The Destroyer - 97 - The Destroyer 097 - Identity Crisis by Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir

Author:Warren Murphy & Richard Sapir [Murphy, Warren & Sapir, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Pulp Action
ISBN: 9780373632121
Publisher: PINNACLE BOOKS
Published: 1994-11-15T00:00:00+00:00

"There's no Agent Phelps authorized to report directly to me."

"He says he's reporting from a seizure site called Folcroft Sanitarium on behalf of Special Agent Jack Koldstad."

"What's wrong with Koldstad? Scratch that. Put Phelps on. I'll ask him myself."

The trembling voice of Agent Phelps came on the line. "I have bad news, Mr. Brull."

"I hate bad news."

"Jack Koldstad has been injured in the line of duty."

"That careless bastard! He knows we have an insurance problem. Did he die?"

"No, sir."

"His mistake. One he'll rue, I promise you. What happened?"

"We found a hidden room in the basement of the place, Mr. Brull. It was the jackpot."

"What kind of jackpot?"

"Gold bullion."

Brull perked up. "How much gold?"

"We don't know."

"Didn't you count it?"

"We were, er, forcibly ejected before we could take inventory."

"What the hell's the matter with you! No one throws out IRS agents!"

"A man attacked us. When we woke up, we had ended up on the roof. Koldstad was with us. It seems someone performed a partial frontal lobotomy on him, Mr. Brull. He's a basket case."

"Christ! You know what this means? Long-term rehab. That screwup will be a burden to the service to the day they dump his worthless ass into the cold ground, and there's fuck-all we can do about it."

"I know, sir."

"You secure that gold?"

"No, sir, we're afraid to go back in."

"Afraid of what?"

"Well, there's the guy with the thick wrists and the, um, giant butterfly."

"What giant butterfly?"

"The one Mr. Koldstad claimed lobotomized him." Agent Phelps cleared his throat quickly. "Sir, I know how this sounds-"

"It sounds," Big Dick Brull said in a grinding voice, "as if you had better seal off that basement until I get there and have your resumes in order for your next careers. Because it won't be with the Internal Fucking Revenue Service."

Big Dick Brull slammed down the telephone. It was time to blow the Folcroft file wide open, and there was only one way to do that. Take charge personally.

Chapter 18

It was mission creep at its worst.

Winston Smith had no problem with the primary mission. He just wondered what took the Pentagon so long to get around to authorizing it.

Warlord Mahout Feroze Anin was a penny-ante clan leader and arms merchant in the divided Horn of Africa nation of Stomique until the UN relief mission blew into North Nog-as the Stomique regional capital of Nogongog was called-to set up what started as a people-feeding operation and mission-crept its way to a nation-building debacle.

When the UN tanks rolled ashore, Warlord Anin dug out his one Western suit and welcomed them with open arms. It was good PR. It got his beaming face on CNN and made him instantly the most recognizable Stomique citizen in human history.

But when the UN command didn't annoint Warlord Anin as the natural unifier of Stomique, he ordered hit-and-run attacks on UN peacekeeping forces. Anin made the mistake of not keeping the chain of deniability intact, and the next thing Anin knew he was wanted by UNOSOM for ambushing a French UN contingent.

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