Gathering Storm. Don Pendleton

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СКАЧАТЬ turned his attention on the remaining attacker. The man had a transceiver in his hand and was yelling into it.

      “Son of a bitch,” Regan screamed, losing control. He raised his pistol and began to fire, pulling the trigger in a frenzy of rage. “Try to queer my deal, you assholes!”

      The majority of his shots missed, but enough found their mark, driving the target backward, bloody eruptions bursting from his chest.

      McCarter swung around and moved to assist his partners. As he did, Encizo, ignoring the shots peppering the dock around him, took out one of Rasheed’s remaining bodyguards, placing a single shot in the guy’s head. As the man fell, Calvin James triggered a close shot that removed the surviving bodyguard.

      “Let’s move,” McCarter yelled.

      He took off across the dock, reaching Kamal Rasheed as the Iraqi ducked under the warehouse door. McCarter caught hold of the man’s coat collar and hauled him back. He snatched the attaché case from Rasheed’s grip.

      “You cannot…” Rahseed protested.

      “I’ll tell you just once. Shut it, keep it shut, or I will bury you here and now.”

      Rasheed stared into the Briton’s eyes and saw a gleam of wildness there that convinced him he would be wise to do as he was told.

      “Fire in the hole,” Manning warned as he glanced at his watch, seeing the second hand sweeping toward the end of the time set on the explosive pack.

      The Canadian’s estimate was out by around three seconds. There was a muted thump as the detonators went off, followed by a harsh crackle and blinding light that burst out of the open hatch covers. The intense power of the incendiary charges spread and began to burn the motor vessel.

      “Reassemble,” McCarter said into his microphone, calling James and Hawkins down off the roof.

      He caught Encizo’s attention. “Go and bring the wagon. We need to be out of here fast.”

      “What the fuck is going on here?” Regan yelled.

      McCarter rounded on him. He barged straight in, stiff-arming Regan in the chest and bouncing him off the warehouse wall. Regan made a token gesture with the gun he still held in his hand. McCarter ignored it, pushing the muzzle of his Browning into the soft flesh under Regan’s chin. The gunrunner made a soft sound. He let his own weapon fall from his fingers.

      “Think before you answer, Bubba, because if it isn’t the one I need…”

      “What?”

      “Where did chummy over there want those guns delivered?”

      Regan was many things. He wasn’t a fool. He’d seen the way these men operated. His death wouldn’t mean a thing to them, so he raised both hands in surrender.

      “Same place as the other shipments. Mexico. Nuevo Laredo. Local guy named Luiz Santos. Then over the border into the U.S. But I don’t know where. You can blow my balls off and I still wouldn’t be able to tell you.”

      McCarter kept up the pressure, pushing until the steel muzzle really hurt.

      “Let me make one thing clear. If we go to Mexico and find Santos has got the word, you will expect us back here. And balls could well be at the top of our list. Understand, Bubba?”

      Regan nodded.

      “No second chance, Regan. We get burned, we always come back.”

      “Christ, looks like I got enough problems with those local suppliers we just tangled with. Last thing I need is you on my fuckin’ back. I don’t know who you are, and I don’t need to.”

      “We’re just a collection service,” McCarter said. “We’ve got what we came for.”

      Regan eyed Rasheed. “Him? He’s worth all this trouble?”

      “He’s worth it,” the Phoenix Force leader said.

      Behind them the boat’s fuel tank ruptured and sent a fiery cascade across the water. Some of the burning fuel spilled across the edge of the dock.

      “Tell me something,” Regan said. “The guns on that boat. They real, or was that part of the scam?”

      McCarter smiled.

      “Real. But they were all spiked. Except the ones I showed you. Hell, Regan, don’t you know it’s against the law to sell stolen weapons?”

      “Son of a bitch.”

      “Aren’t I just.”

      The Jeep 4x4, Encizo at the wheel, swung into view from behind one of the warehouses. The moment he braked, Manning opened one of the rear doors and pushed a resisting Kamal Rasheed into the vehicle. James and Hawkins appeared. James climbed into the Jeep, so that Rasheed was between him and Manning. Hawkins took the center position in the front, leaving the final space for McCarter. He climbed in and slammed the door, feeling the Jeep surge as Encizo pushed the gas pedal to the floor.

      Leaving Port Cristobal, Encizo picked up the road that would connect them with the airstrip. Once they left the town behind, the tarmac surface petered out so that they were driving on a dusty, uneven strip that had more ruts than they had ever seen in one stretch of road.

      “Any chance you can get more speed out of this thing?” McCarter asked.

      “Right now we’re close to takeoff speed,” Encizo told him. “If we come off this road we’ll probably launch into orbit.”

      McCarter laughed. “I wish.”

      “Hey,” Manning said, “I think someone has called in backup.”

      McCarter looked in the rearview mirror, recalling one of the attackers on the dock sending a message via his transceiver. A dark SUV was trailing in their dusty wake, clinging to the rough road as if it were on rails. The big and powerful vehicle was brand-new. It looked as if it had the power to overtake and run the ancient Jeep off the road.

      “Look at him move,” Hawkins said.

      “Confirms one thing,” James said. “There are two maniac drivers in Santa Lorca and I’m a passenger with one of them.”

      “You want to live forever?” Encizo asked.

      “Maybe not, but the next ten minutes would be nice.” James grinned.

      Following on his remark came the crackle of autofire. Winks of light showed from the pursuing vehicle. A couple of slugs clanged against the Jeep’s bodywork. The rear window cracking as a stray slug bounced off the toughened glass.

      “Those bastards are bound to get lucky before we hit the airstrip,” Hawkins said.

      The Jeep began to climb a long incline. Manning checked the position of the SUV, then leaned forward to watch the crest of the slope coming up.

      “Foot down, Rafe,” he said. “If there’s a downslope on the other side, keep the speed up until I tell you, then СКАЧАТЬ