Final Assault. Don Pendleton
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Название: Final Assault
Автор: Don Pendleton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9781474046565
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“We’ve got a boat that’s too high profile to stay above the water line, full of hostages and crewed by the lost and the damned,” Spence said. “Saturday morning serial territory, huh, Cooper?”
“Depends. How am I getting on the Demeter—jet pack?” Bolan asked, already thinking. He would need explosives, not many, placed at the correct points. Every structure had its weak spots, and the Demeter was no different. Once the ship started taking on water—
“Ha! No,” Spence said. He brought up a map and tapped a dot on the screen. Bolan recognized the Somali coastline. “This is Radbur. Old town on the coast of the Republic of Somaliland. Right on the Gulf of Aden, within spitting distance of our merry band of hijackers and the Demeter. Mostly fishermen. And these days, where there are fishermen, there’ll be pirates.”
“And you happen to know one of these pirates?”
“Indeed I do,” Spence said. “His name is Axmed. He was a pirate before it was popular and a smuggler in the off season. The Somaliland Navy has a price on his head, as do the Ethiopians, but he’s a relatively friendly guy.”
“Relatively?” Bolan asked.
Spence ignored him. “Axmed owes me one. If I know him like I think I do, he’s been eyeing the Demeter all this time. Hell, he’s probably already planning to try for it, especially given the traffic we’ve registered going in and out of the region. I bet some of Garrand’s guests went through Radbur on their way to the Demeter. That town’s been a smuggler’s paradise since the pashas were in power.”
“So I’ll—what—catch a ride with this Axmed?” Bolan said, looking at Brognola.
Spence clapped his hands together. “If you ask him nicely, yeah. And bring him a gift.”
“I have a better plan,” Bolan said bluntly. “You come with me and ask him yourself.”
Gulf of Aden
Drenk stood in silence, his coat folded over his arms, as the mercenary called Yacoub showed him his cabin. “The drinks cabinet is full, of course, and the galley is stocked,” he said, looking at his watch, then the floor. The mercenary wouldn’t meet his eyes. Few men dared to, a thought that brought Drenk no end of amusement.
Drenk looked about and then said, “The others?”
The Moroccan twitched as if stabbed. “In—ah—in their own cabins.”
“How many?”
“I don’t see how that—”
Drenk cocked his head. He said nothing. Drenk was not one to repeat himself. Yacoub swallowed and said, “Three others.”
“Is that all?” Drenk smiled. “How fortunate. I have always preferred intimate gatherings.”
“We expected more, but no dice,” Yacoub said, stepping toward the door. Drenk did not try and stop him, nor did he say anything about the way Yacoub’s hand dipped for the gun on his hip.
“That is always the way, in these matters. Only the truly interested bother to show up,” Drenk said without turning around. He heard the door shut behind him as the mercenary made a hasty exit, and he laughed.
Others had been scheduled to arrive. A dozen or more, in fact. He had taken care of three of them himself, waylaying them at airports and harbors. One he’d fed to the sharks in the Gulf. One he’d bribed. The third...well. That had been fun. For a moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the memory.
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