Thunder Down Under by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Worldwide Library
Published: 2018-05-31T18:36:21+00:00

Chapter Eleven

There was nowhere to go but down.

Bolan dived to the damp, oil-stained ground and rolled under the SUV as the man squeezed the trigger, the suppressed report a soft chug among the nighttime traffic, but not immediately so obvious as to draw attention.

The Executioner kept rolling as fast as he could, knowing if he stopped for even a moment he was a dead man. Even with the vehicle’s higher than average ground clearance, there was barely enough room to avoid the still-hot exhaust pipe. He reached the other side and scooted back behind the right rear tire as another bullet ricocheted off the concrete base of the gas pumps.

“I got her, let’s go!” the woman shouted from Tate’s car.

Bolan saw the man’s feet disappear as he climbed into the SUV and started the engine. With the driver armed, the soldier couldn’t risk jumping inside the vehicle try to stop him, so he jumped across the island and ran for the other SUV, which was already pulling up to him.

“I heard it, I heard it!” the driver said, flooring the gas pedal as Bolan leaped into the passenger seat.

“There are at least two of them!” he said. “A woman is driving Cindra’s car and the SUV behind it is running interference.”

“Well, they’re gonna be in for a rude surprise,” the driver said as he pulled out his smartphone and spoke into it. “Bert Williams, employee number 468231D, day code persimmon.” Whatever he’d activated, it made his screen flash red repeatedly.

“After the recent troubles, the higher-ups at WN installed this panic button program, coded to our voiceprints, company IDs and passwords,” Williams said. “It’ll bring any on-duty security forces right down on my location, no matter where I am.”

“Well, that’s helpful, but since we’re at least fifteen minutes away from HQ, they’re not going to get here for a while, so we need to stop that woman, or at least prevent her from taking Cindra.”

They had caught up to the rear of the big SUV, which swerved wildly back and forth as the driver did his best to keep the Bolan’s vehicle from ramming him.

“You got weapons in here?” Bolan asked.

“Of course!” Williams pressed a button on his key fob and the glove compartment fell open, revealing a deep compartment with a 5.7 mm FN P-90 submachine gun strapped inside. “Do you know how to...” He trailed off as Bolan grabbed the compact weapon, loaded it and then chambered a round.

As he lowered the passenger window, he told Williams, “Fall back a bit. I’ll try to take out his tire.”

The silver SUV was still slaloming back and forth on the fortunately deserted road. Bolan leaned his head and shoulders out enough to brace himself on the bottom edge of the window. He took careful aim at the left rear tire, knowing he’d be better off laying down a field of fire and having the SUV swerve into it than trying to hit it dead-on. Steady...steady—

A hard impact from behind jolted both the SUV and him forward just as he squeezed the trigger.

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