State Of War. Don Pendleton

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СКАЧАТЬ had spread. The woman led Bolan and Kaino into an empty conference room. The soldier and the cop took seats at a long table while Savacool cued up the flat screen on the wall and a laptop. “These are your playmates.” Autopsy photos of ten men in various states of ventilation appeared on the screen. “Your assailants’ fingerprints appear in none of our available databases. All of them were armed with sound-suppressed FN P90 Personal Defensive weapons. One of the weapons had been modified for sharpshooting. Their clothing, NVG and body armor were off the rack and second- or thirdhand. We’re working on it, but the equipment has a very sophisticated level of sterility. I wouldn’t get your hopes up.”

      Savacool gave Bolan and Kaino a look. “I don’t suppose either of you have anything that might shed a light on things?”

      “Kaino got a few words out of the sharpshooter just before he expired. He thought he said something in a European language. We’ve ruled out Spanish, and he didn’t think it was Russian, which leads me to exclude any of the Slavic language groups.”

      Kaino nodded. “Yeah, what Cooper said.”

      “That is of interest. We’re checking dental records, but none of them match anything in our databases, either. However the driver of the van was a light-skinned black, and he had two fillings, both resin composites.”

      Kaino gave Bolan a searching look.

      “A lot of the European countries have banned silver amalgam fillings,” Bolan explained. “The United States and Russia haven’t. Silver amalgam is one of the cheapest routes to go with dental fillings, and soldiers don’t usually spend a lot of money on cosmetic surgery or trying to go green. It goes a long way toward your Euro-trash merc theory, which by the way I agree with.”

      Kaino just stared. “Man, who the hell are you?”

      Savacool pointed her finger at Kaino. “I’m glad you asked that question first.”

      “Oh, it isn’t the first time I’ve asked, and I don’t think it’s going to be the last.”

      Bolan stayed on subject. “I gather we have nothing on the van?”

      “Reported stolen two days ago, and the surveillance gear and electronics inside had the model numbers and identifiers scrubbed. The mounting screws and the holes for the equipment are shiny-new. I suspect this entire operation against you was mounted within the last forty-eight hours and was pro all the way. And now that we have established that you’re El Hombre—” Savacool rolled her eyes “—it starts to make one hell of whole lot more sense.”

      “Can you give me anything?”

      “Well, you two seem to have a habit of shooting people in the face, but we ran your sharpshooter through the facial recognition software and looked for a match in the database. Interpol gave us this image—it’s a 75 percent likelihood of a match.”

      A grainy security camera picture dated over a year ago showed a blurred image of what might have been the sharpshooter. He was snarling and had to have whipped his head. Bolan stared long and hard at the crystal-clear picture of the weapon in his hand and spitting brass in what looked to be a very posh living room. “SIG SG 551 short assault rifle. Swiss.”

      Savacool glanced at her file on the desk. “Wow...you are good.”

      “It’s an awfully swanky piece,” Bolan admitted. “Where was the picture taken?”

      “In Mexico, during the assassination of Christo Bruno.”

      Bolan searched his mental files. “He was Gulf Coast, wasn’t he?”

      “Bruno was actually the head of the Gulf Coast’s armed, or La Resistencia wing. The attack on his hacienda in Matamoros last year was positively surgical. He had a heavy security presence on the premises and they along with Bruno and every other person present, including women and children and the hired help were gunned down. The forensic evidence the federales shared with us imply that the attackers took no losses. In fact the Mexican State police in Tamaulipas did a lot of angry muttering about suspecting it was Navy SEALs or Delta Force.”

      Kaino leaned back in his chair. “If Bruno had his place wired, how come only one pic?”

      Bolan eyed the shooter up on the screen. “The attackers knew where the security cameras were. The shooter must have been forced past that camera during the firefight, or he hadn’t knocked it out yet.” Bolan turned to Savacool. “I gather the house was stripped of security?”

      “All the security systems were destroyed. Bruno reached his safe room, but they breached it with explosives and gutted its security suite. We have this pic because Bruno’s security system had a wireless backup and transmitted to an outside data storage facility.”

      “There was nothing from any of the other cameras?”

      “Oh, there was plenty. Pictures of the grounds and perimeter. All show everything right as rain until they suddenly start going dead. The outside cameras were taken out with precision rifle fire.”

      “The attackers didn’t leave anything behind at all?” Kaino asked.

      “The only things they left behind were bullets and bodies. They even took the time to clean up their spent brass.”

      “I’m going to need everything you have on this Bruno character and what he was up to for the year before his killing.”

      Savacool held out a blue flash drive with the FBI logo on it. “I figured you might say that. It also has contact information for Mexican officials pertinent to the investigation. The drive also contains everything Forensics has so far on your boys down in the morgue.”

      “Thanks, I appreciate that.”

      “So what are you going to do now, Mr. Cooper?”

      “Oh, I don’t know, just be myself.”

      Kaino snorted in amusement.

      Savacool was not amused. “You know you can’t just run around pulling a Terminator in the streets of Miami.”

      Bolan shrugged. “I needed a few ass-kickings to start busting things open.”

      “You do realize, Mr. Cooper, that the FBI doesn’t usually think in terms of ass-kickings to bust things open?”

      “Yeah, but admit it, you wish they did.”

      “Mr. Cooper, from what I’ve read, I will freely admit that it would be more fun than a barrel of monkeys to roll with you, throwing local, state and federal law out the window and laying down the hurt on the bad guys.” She shot Kaino a look. “And apparently armed with a ‘get out of jail free’ card issued from God on High to boot. But you have to understand, you—”

      Bolan made his decision. “You want to?”

      Savacool’s face went uncharacteristically blank. “Do I want to what?”

      “Would you like to roll with me, Special Agent Savacool?”

      “You have got to be kidding.”

      “I can arrange it—” Bolan snapped his fingers “—like that.”

      “I’m СКАЧАТЬ