San Diego Siege (te-1) by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton [Pendleton, Don]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: det_action
ISBN: 0-523-41078-6
Publisher: Pinnacle Books
Published: 1972-03-19T05:00:00+00:00

10

Point blank

Bolan was watching from a high point of ground which was several blocks removed from the Lucasi home, following the play there with powerful binoculars.

He had been on station and waiting when Schwarz began his intelligence run in the war-wagon, had watched him pull up to within fifty yards of the target and dismount, open the hood over the engine, step inside the van.

He saw Blancanales, also, another hundred yards or so downrange, inching along in the bread truck.

Bolan spoke into his shoulder-phone to advise, "Pol, the ears are out."

"Roger, I have him in sight," came the instant reply. "How's it look from station Charlie?"

"Peaceful," Bolan said, then: "Whup! Couple just came out the side door. It's ... Lucasi. And the big houseman. Something has their interest."

The focal field of the binoculars covered only the two men and several feet of turf to either side of them.

"I believe they're looking at you, Pol. And … Gadgets! Are you in?"

"I'm here," came a strained reply.

"They've spotted both of you, and I'd say are jumping to conclusions. I can feel their little minds a'whirring. Yep. Yep."

Lucasi's weasel face was sharply etched in the focal field, wondering, worrying, discovering ...

Bolan commanded, "Break off! They're wise. Break now!"

Schwarz protested, "I only drained two banks."

"Got the phone tap?"

"Getting it now."

"Stay with it," Blancanales urged. "I'm covering."

Bolan concurred, though with misgivings. Numbers were all-important in this sort of game. He snapped, "Thirty seconds more, then you haul it I Pol, start your move!"

"Rolling," came the response from Blancanales.

Bolan released the binoculars and reached for his power sniper, the Weatherby Mark V. Using .460 Magnum soft-nose mini-bombs, the big piece gave him better than a thousand yards of kill — much more than he would need for this mission. He fitted his eye to the scope and began reading ranges.

Yeah ... this mission would be just about point-blank.

The Diver sent three of his boys out to intercept the bread truck and another two to check-out the green van, then he sent the remaining palace guard scurrying through the house searching for bugs.

Ben Lucasi ran into the game room to caution everyone there to "keep quiet, stop talking, not a fucking word!" — then he snatched up a double-barrel shotgun and dashed toward the upstairs window where he'd spotted the suspicious-looking package.

He arrived there just in time to see the bread truck picking up speed for a run past the house.

Three of Diver's boys were chasing along beside it, waving pistols and shouting at one another.

A burst of fire from an automatic weapon lanced away from the cab of the truck and the three boys went down sliding in their own blood.

The truck had slowed again, almost coming to a complete halt near the front of the property, and the automatic-weapon fire was sweeping into the house itself as that damned guy down there methodically raked the whole joint. Window glass was breaking and crashing all over; Lucasi could hear yelling and stampeding feet as his visitors sought cover.

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