Incendiary Dispatch. Don Pendleton

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      STONY MAN

      Of all the intelligence that reaches the Oval Office, none is more top secret than the existence of a group of warriors that officially...doesn’t exist. Stony Man is the President’s ultimate weapon, a covert, rapid-response antiterrorist team not bound by official rules of engagement. When Stony Man is deployed, time is of the essence and only hard, direct action counts.

      DEATH SLICK

      Oil lies at the heart of a series of devastating attacks targeting pipelines and tankers on three different seas. Oil and vengeance, that is, as an embittered Norwegian vows payback for the black gold extracted from his family’s territories. And he makes good on that promise by using simple cell phone calls to trigger remote-detonated, devastating nano-thermite incendiaries strategically planted around the world. As nations race to contain massive spills, Stony Man faces the mother of all do-or-die missions. And the President must risk his office and the covert team on a desperate one-shot offensive to dispatch this threat before the global crisis becomes a total meltdown.

      “Oh, no,” groaned Akira Tokaido. “It’s an MUA.”

      Multiple Unresponsive Aircraft. The Farm’s own internal acronym for the alert.

      The phone shrilled at Kurtzman’s elbow and at the same time a new alarm went off on his computer. And then another.

      “Bear?” Barbara Price was on the phone. “Are you seeing what’s happening in China?”

      “China?” He scanned the next alert. It reported a large-scale oil pipeline break. His brain tried to play catch-up. Multiple aircraft—and then an oil pipeline?

      “What the hell is that?” demanded Tokaido, standing at Kurtzman’s shoulder and stabbing a finger at a list of numbers on the screen. “I wrote this routine. Why the hell don’t I get what it’s showing?” Tokaido liked his world of iron-fisted cybernetics control. There was nothing worse than when one of his own apps went rogue.

      “No,” Kurtzman said. “It’s working.”

      “Then what is that?” There were six items on the screen. Then there were seven.

      “Pipeline breaches. Each a different one.”

      Tokaido glared at the computer. Of course he’d programmed the thing to display multiple catastrophic oil pipeline breaches, should they ever happen simultaneously. He’d just never dreamed that would ever happen.

      “Talk to me, Bear,” Price snapped. “I’m on my way. Do you see what’s happening in China or not?”

      Kurtzman paused. “Everywhere but,” he replied grimly.

      Incendiary Dispatch

      Don Pendleton

       www.mirabooks.co.uk

      Special thanks and acknowledgment to Tim Somheil for his contribution to this work.

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

       CHAPTER SIXTEEN

       CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       EPILOGUE

      CHAPTER ONE

      The gunner stood alongside the open archway, ears tuned to the subtle sound of movement on the linoleum floor. The sound stopped. His enemy was hesitating. That hesitation, the gunner thought, would cost him his life. He twisted his body into the opening, already hanging on to the trigger of the Heckler & Koch MP-7. The rounds ate into the wallboard and bounced off the floor. But then the gunner laid his eyes on the source of the noise—an office chair rolling slowly in his direction. His final four rounds slammed into the padded back, and the office chair reversed direction as if kicked.

      His enemy had vanished and his gun was empty. Very amateur, he thought. Could you tell it was his first time with a machine gun?

      The amateur machine-gunner spun back into the cover behind the wall and grabbed for a spare magazine, but then he saw the shadows move and a heartbeat later his chest collapsed in on itself.

      The amateur machine-gunner didn’t feel the pain but he felt the damage. Internal organs were mutilated, and blood cascaded from his chest. The sound of the blast seemed meaningless.

      Then came his enemy, across the room, his face revealed in the glow of light from an exit sign. Blond hair and blue eyes. Cold eyes. The gunner knew he had been outmatched from the beginning.

      He was sinking to his knees. He was as good as dead. Was it an honor or a mark of shame that he had been executed with a single shot?

      “One shot,” he said, then toppled onto his face, surrounded by blood.

      “What was that about?” There was another man in the shadows, and the gunner, now dead, hadn’t even known he was there.

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