Missile Intercept by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Worldwide Library
Published: 2016-08-29T04:00:00+00:00

Hotel del Blanco

Havana, Cuba

BOLAN DID A quick scan of the room with his cell phone to check for any listening devices, and found none. To be extra certain, Grimaldi looked toward Chong and held his finger to his lips. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, then to the television set, and turned that on, as well. The screen illuminated after a solid forty seconds, and the image of American former-football-player-turned-wannabe-movie-star Homer Glen filled the screen.

“I want to say,” Glen said in his deep voice, “that I have nothing but the utmost respect for the Cuban president and his brother. What they’ve accomplished here in Cuba has been nothing short of amazing.”

Grimaldi smirked and held up his middle finger. “That chump must’ve gotten tackled one time too many.”

Chong laughed. “You guys are something else.”

The door opened and they all whirled, only to see Stevenson storm in.

“The shower’s not working in my room,” she said, heading for the small bathroom. “Oh, good, you’ve got this one warming up for me.”

“Now isn’t such a good time,” Grimaldi said.

“Oh, I suppose you want to jump in ahead of me and use up what little hot, or should I say warm, water there is in this fleabag hotel?”

“Better leave the door open,” Grimaldi said with a grin. “Security.”

She rolled her eyes and stepped past him.

“And let me know if you need your back scrubbed,” he added as she slammed the door.

“Hey,” Grimaldi said, reopening the door. “I told you to leave it open.”

Bolan had his sat phone out and was about to contact Brognola. “Give her some space, Jack. She’s had a rough morning.”

The big Fed answered on the first ring. “I think this is the first time we’ve been in the same time zone in a long while.”

“I’ll try not to get used to it,” Bolan said. He gave Brognola an update on the situation and the North Korean ship in the harbor. “We still haven’t figured out who’s footing the bill, though.”

“That would be nice to know,” the big Fed said. “But I’m sure we can narrow it down to a few of the usual suspects. You say the Cubans have more missiles down there?”

“That’s what they say. Supposed to be at a secret island hideaway.”

“Hmm, do you think you could put a designated hitter on that vessel?”

“Maybe,” Bolan said, knowing that Brognola was referring to a transponder. “Know where I can find one?”

Brognola laughed. “As a matter of fact, I do. Go see Ted.”

“He’s been pretty stingy with equipment. Our two newbies are running around naked.”

Bolan was certain that the sat phone transmission was encrypted and totally secure, but he wasn’t so sure about their hotel room. Thus, he didn’t press Brognola for too much information, and sensed that the big Fed, well schooled in the art of espionage, was doing the same.

“Yeah, I know.” Brognola sighed. “He’s not a bad guy, just caught between the rock and the hard place. State’s insistent on treating Cuba with kid gloves.

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