Exit Strategy. Don Pendleton
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Название: Exit Strategy
Автор: Don Pendleton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Морские приключения
Серия: Gold Eagle Stonyman
isbn: 9781474046572
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The prisoner followed Blancanales’s instructions.
“Lay down on your stomach and lace your fingers behind your head,” Blancanales barked. He wanted this man as far out of position to start a fight as possible. The guy, obviously in a mood to survive this encounter, did as he was told. He intertwined his fingers and lay down, eyes shut. His breath came in rapid gulps, anxiety too real to be faked.
“Anyone else get away?” Blancanales asked.
“Yeah,” the man lying on the sidewalk answered. “He ran—”
Toward the front of the van, the veteran Able Team warrior concluded as a shadow flickered in the windshield of the vehicle, disappearing around the corner. There were no abandoned weapons on the sidewalk, so there was a good chance that the escaped ambusher was packing some serious firepower. Judging from what he’d seen in the hands of the dead sprawled in the back of the van, they had submachine guns, too.
Blancanales dropped to a kneeling position, making himself a smaller target as footsteps sounded on the asphalt on the other side of the van. The gunman intended to flank him, but the wily veteran was ready, front sight on the spot where a head would appear.
The cartel gunman burst into view, firing from the hip. That stream of bullets would have torn through Blancanales’s face had he remained standing, but instead, slugs merely sparked against a stone wall and lost their energy. Deformed bullets tinkled to the concrete like metallic turds.
In the meantime Blancanales fired from the shoulder, controlling his trigger pull and maintaining his front sight on his target.
The last violent ambusher died as Blancanales shredded him from crotch to throat with two tribursts of autofire in quick succession. Groin, spine and heart were all defiled by the brutal swathe of 9 mm rounds Blancanales threw at them, and with that, in the space of a few moments, the gunfight was over.
He looked to the man on the sidewalk.
“Stay right there. Make a move and you’ll be in hell before you untangle your fingers,” Blancanales warned him.
“Yes, sir.”
Blancanales wasted little time securing his wrists with a nylon cable tie.
“Carl, we’ve got our prisoner,” Blancanales said over the com.
“Good,” Lyons returned. “Because nothing’s left of my target.”
Blancanales could tell by the gruff tone of his partner’s voice that he’d found something particularly nasty in his attack.
Whatever it was, it was too important to broadcast even over the secure communication frequencies Able Team used in the field.
And if Lyons was worried, then Blancanales was in a hurry to know why.
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