The Takers by Jerry Ahern

Author:Jerry Ahern [Ahern, Jerry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General, Non-Classifiable, Fiction
ISBN: 9780373624010
Publisher: Harlequin Books
Published: 1984-04-14T23:00:00+00:00

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For some reason, Culhane realized, he was smiling. Maybe it was the chance to strike back at Steiglitz. The Bali-Song locked open, the handle clenched tight in his teeth, he raised his hands out of the sea, reached for the ski boat's starboard gunwale and grasped it. The man in the ski boat held the M-16 trained on the surf where Mulrooney stood. Culhane heaved himself up and rolled over the gunwale. Steiglitz's man swung the M-16's muzzle around, and Culhane rolled under it into the man's midsection, hammering him back. The impact against the man made Culhane's raw and bleeding shoulders scream with pain, and the M-16 discharged skyward. Culhane's left fist pounded into the center of the man's chest, then Culhane's right went for his midsection, aiming for the solar plexus but missing it.

The assault rifle fired again, a burst of perhaps a half-dozen shots. Culhane was too busy to count.

His right hand reached up, and he gripped the BaliSong. He snatched it from his teeth and rammed it, catching its blade tip in the center of the man's abdomen, ripping up. There was a scream, the rifle discharged again, then the body slumped back.

Dripping water, Culhane fell across the body, making sure the knife had completed its job. They weren't playing a game. It was life or death.

He jerked the Bali-Song free of the dead man, wiping the blade clean on the man's clothes.

He glanced to the ski boat's control panel. The key was where it should be. He started to search the man's pockets and found two spare magazines for some single-column 9mm pistol, but no pistol. A cheap pocketknife. No identification.

Culhane rolled the body over the gunwale and into the water with a loud splash.

He glanced up to Mulrooney on the beach. She looked pretty in a leggy, grown-up-little-girl way, standing there in her bra and panties, the surf around her feet, her hands on her hips.

He shot her a wave to let her know he was all right.

Quickly, he started to search the ski boat, and under the driver's seat he found three spare magazines for the M-16. "All right!" he breathed. There was a pistol as well, a well-worn Smith & Page 117

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