Death List. Don Pendleton

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      Whiting, IL

      As Mack Bolan, aka the Executioner, reached out to shake the Mafia thug’s hand, the man’s white silk tie bloomed crimson. The soldier dropped to the plush carpet almost before his mind processed why he was doing so, and found himself staring into the dead eyes of the Mafia button man.

      Automatic gunfire ripped through the Italian restaurant, which was owned by the Corino crime family, one of Chicago’s most notorious Mafia organizations. That meant that a good portion of the patrons reacted not by screaming for help but by drawing concealed weapons.

      Bolan grimaced. He didn’t like what he was about to do, but there was no choice. He rolled himself up and over the corpse, placing the body between him and the south doorway. It was this entrance that was the source of the sudden attack. The Corino family was being hit. It was just the bad fortune of the hitters that Mack Bolan had been caught in the middle.

      The Corinos had arranged for “Bolan” to meet them here because it was their home territory. This was supposed to have been a standard meet-and-greet. There being no honor among thieves, the meet was the first of several hurdles Bolan would have to overcome as the Corinos vetted him to make sure he was who he claimed to be.

      Of course, he wasn’t.

      Bolan drew a pair of Beretta 92-F pistols from the dual shoulder holsters he wore. The weapons had mother-of-pearl grips, which he detested. The pistols, and the custom shoulder harness that bore them, were the personal property of one Vincent Harmon.

      * * *

      “WHO IS VINCENT HARMON?” Bolan had asked Hal Brognola over the scrambled satellite phone connection two days before.

      “He’s one of the most successful assassins in the world, Striker,” the big Fed had explained. From his Justice Department office, the director of the Sensitive Operations Group, based at Stony Man Farm, Virginia, had laid it all out for Bolan while explaining the soldier’s newest mission.

      Vincent Harmon was a contract killer who had spent the last eight years on top of the Most Wanted list of more than a dozen international law-enforcement agencies. The list of targets attributed to Harmon included world leaders, captains of industry, underworld figures and various media personalities on the wrong side of Harmon’s employers.

      “Why hasn’t the Farm prioritized this guy, if he’s such a big deal?” Bolan asked.

      “Harmon has been a ghost,” Brognola replied. “The Farm has been tracking him for some time, but he’s an off-the-grid fanatic. He changes his identity frequently and uses cash and prepaid credit cards whenever possible. The guy likes to wear a fedora and scarf when he’s out in public, and avoids any venue where public surveillance is likely to spot him clearly. His devotion to electronic privacy is a way of life, not just a necessity of his job. It’s like a game to him.”

      “How’d they catch him, then?”

      “Every man has a weakness,” Brognola said. “Harmon’s is women. He’s fond of high-priced escorts, and he finally hired one whose devotion to privacy wasn’t quite so fanatical. She snapped a photo of him while he was sleeping and posted it to a social media site, to a gallery devoted to her more handsome paramours. Like a trophy. The Farm’s been running web-crawl sweeps for Harmon for years, so the photo was picked up. Harmon’s a man of habit, and this girl was evidently a favorite of his. We staked out her apartment. The next time Harmon booked her, a special operations team took him down.”

      “Special ops? For one guy?”

      “Harmon’s background is surprisingly similar to your own,” Brognola told him. “He served overseas as part of the war on terror, in a secret, purpose-built special operations group nominally attached to Delta. He’s an expert in small arms, hand-to-hand combat, explosives, and improvised weapons and tactics. He’s also a stone-cold sociopath who’d murder his mother if he thought she was a danger to him.”

      “How do we know that?”

      “Because he murdered his mother when he thought she was a danger to him,” Brognola told him. “The Pentagon’s not talking because several of the records have been sealed and ‘lost.’ Harmon’s post-military activities have been a huge embarrassment to them and they’d prefer to pretend he doesn’t exist.

      “One thing the team at the Farm has been able to confirm is that Harmon was running opium through a network he either built or acquired while overseas. Apparently with that network came contacts that set him up in the murder-for-hire business once some of his more unsavory activities were uncovered. The military gave him a dishonorable discharge and he was headed for a black-site prison for the rest of his life...but he escaped. He’s been popping up on our radar ever since, attached to various high-profile assassinations. But the moment we get a fix on him, he vanishes.”

      “And the mother?”

      “That was his first step on returning to the United States, we think,” Brognola said. “Vincent Harmon’s mother was found smothered to death in her own bed. Apparently he put a pillow over her face while she slept. He has no other family. His father has been dead for years. I guess he figured she was the one person who might be able to provide law enforcement with insight on his life and his habits, so he eliminated her as part of embarking on his new career.”

      Bolan had chosen not to comment on that; it was simply too cold. “What’s the gig, then?” he asked.

      “We’ve got a complete dossier on Harmon, which I’m transmitting to your secure phone now. Your task is to travel to Chicago and meet with a courier from the Farm, who’ll bring you Harmon’s personal effects. While Vincent Harmon is a zealot about staying off the grid, the criminals he works with definitely aren’t. We’ve been getting disturbing chatter about a meeting of the minds where the Mafia network is considered. The Mob’s working on a resurgence. Among its rumored plans is a wish list of assassinations to which all of the major families are supposed to have signed off. We believe Harmon has been selected for the series of hits that would take care of the list. The deaths would position the Mob as players for the next twenty years.”

      “So you want me to throw a wrench in the works.”

      “Exactly,” Brognola agreed. “We have intel that says representatives of the Corino crime family will be meeting with someone they’ll believe to be Harmon. We have a time and location for the meet. We want to send you in as him. You’ll need to take his place, play the role long enough to get the list of targets and then see to it each of those targets is protected. We’ll assign support as possible, coordinating СКАЧАТЬ