Salvador Strike. Don Pendleton

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СКАЧАТЬ The computer servers installed in the Annex at Stony Man Farm processed and stored massive amounts of information. Kurtzman could hack into just about any secured system in the world. If either of the BATF agents had left a trail of any kind, Kurtzman was the man to find it. If he said they were above reproach, then that was good enough for Bolan.

      Price looked toward Brognola, who tendered a curt nod. “Given what we know to this point,” she said, “there’s only one other possibility. One other person did know about Ysidro Perez and Marciano’s case. But nobody outside Marciano or Hal knew that. Not even the Attorney General.”

      “I’m listening,” Bolan replied.

      “You’re familiar with the history of MS-13?” Brognola asked.

      Bolan nodded. Mara Salvatrucha Trece’s could trace its roots back to the early 1980s and the peasant guerrillas that immigrated into the United States, victims of the bloody civil war in El Salvador. While their origins came about in Los Angeles, they had risen in status and numbers exceeding one hundred thousand members. Their operational territory numbered in excess of thirty states. Their platform: become the largest and most powerful gang in the country; their methods: robbery, gunrunning, drug trafficking and murder-for-hire. They had become nothing less than a domestic terrorist group, one that was organized and well equipped, and Bolan knew it was time for him to act in a way law enforcement could not.

      “Back in 2001,” Price said, “when the FBI first got involved in this with another witness, this one a pregnant girl who was also killed by members of the gang, they organized themselves and conducted major raids in multiple jurisdictions, including areas in Guatemala, Honduras and El Salvador. Because of how much leadership they took down, the Justice Department thought they had effectively crippled the organization and its influence. Unfortunately, they were wrong.”

      “You see, one of the things Gary realized after he was first assigned Perez’s case was that while each cell had its own shot-callers,” Brognola said, “the source of the strings being pulled was in El Salvador.”

      “Where the gang originated,” Bolan said. “It makes sense. There’s always a bigger fish out there.”

      “Well, Gary decided the only way they could bring MS-13 down for certain this time was to send an agent to penetrate the hierarchy. He came to me with his idea, and we agreed for a time to keep it between just ourselves.”

      “Why didn’t he want to let the AG in on it?” Bolan asked.

      Brognola chuckled. “I know why you ask, and I can assure you now that he didn’t suspect his boss of any wrongdoing. He knew it would be difficult to get the additional funding for such an operation without any hard proof, so he brought the guy in from the outside on temporary duty, a BATF agent named Ignacio Paz. He padded the expense line items and nobody looked too closely, including the AG, since they knew he was building a major case against MS-13 with Perez.”

      “So Paz goes undercover in El Salvador to locate the top dog in the organization,” Bolan concluded.

      “Right,” Price replied. “And nobody’s heard from him in weeks. We have found information on Marciano’s computer under some secretly encoded files.”

      “I’ve ordered Bear to extract and decrypt the files from the computer so nobody at the AG’s office or FBI forensics would find them,” Brognola said. “I didn’t want to risk exposing Paz. Striker, MS-13 has its own intelligence service. They’re in the courts, the police departments, even the jails and prisons. They report on their own members and have even been known to send men out to commit crimes for the sole purpose of circulating them through the prison systems and assassinating deal makers.”

      “I’m familiar with these kinds of tactics, Hal,” Bolan said. “From what you’ve told me, I think Marciano was on the right track. The only way to put down a group as organized as this is to chop off the head.”

      “That was our feeling exactly,” Brognola replied.

      “Okay, I’m in. Where do you want me to begin?”

      “Well, Mario Guerra was released yesterday morning,” he replied. “As leader of the Hillbangers cell, we believe Herndon’s the place to start.”

      “Your mission has two objectives,” Price said as she slid photographs across the table. “First, eliminate the leaders that were released both here and in Los Angeles. If we can’t prosecute them because their intelligence unit has managed to stay one step ahead of them, maybe your removing their influence entirely will produce the desired effects. Second, pick up the trail on Ignacio Paz, and if you find him alive get the information you need to destroy the hierarchy in El Salvador.”

      “I’ll need Jack,” Boland said. “For at least part of the gig, anyway.”

      Price smiled. “I figured as much. He’s on his way back from a mission with Able Team. They’ll be landing here within a few hours.”

      “Fine. Ask him to be on standby and I’ll touch base as soon as I see what’s what in Herndon.”

      “There’s one hitch,” Brognola said a bit sheepishly. “Since the Justice Department was forced to release Guerra, the AG had to call and inform Herndon’s chief of police, a guy named Mike Smalley. Smalley’s kind of old school, Striker.”

      “So what you really mean is he’ll be territorial about any federal assistance and try to be in my back pocket every step of the way,” Bolan concluded. “I understand.”

      “Just handle any encounters with kid gloves, okay? The President wants this mission executed surreptitiously. He doesn’t like the kind of attention you tend to draw. Not to mention the fact we suspect Herndon’s law enforcement will already have its hands full since we’re hearing reports the Hillbangers plan to retaliate for Guerra’s detainment.”

      “I’ll try to keep it to a dull roar.”

      BOLAN KNEW his promise would be an empty one.

      Stony Man’s intelligence was sound wherein it regarded retaliation by MS-13, and the Executioner sensed the imminence of such an attack. He could feel it in his gut. The thing that most bothered him was the intelligence network of which Brognola had spoken. It was big and complex, to be sure, which meant there would be at least a few “officials” on the payroll. Outside of Stony Man, Bolan knew he couldn’t trust anybody. Worse yet, this mission ran on the proverbial time clock—a man’s life hung in the balance. If the Hillbangers managed to uncover the details of Marciano and his witness, it wouldn’t be long before someone discovered evidence of Paz’s mission into El Salvador and leaked that intelligence back to the hierarchy. Hence, the mission to eliminate their leadership was more about severing lines of communication than much else.

      At least it would buy him some time.

      Bolan considered his options of where to start, and since it made perfect sense that the Hillbangers would want to make a statement, he knew the memorial service for Marciano would be the most likely place. Bolan glanced at his watch and realized the service had already started, but he could probably make the outdoor reception scheduled to follow. Bolan took his exit into Herndon off the Dulles Toll Road and drove to a downtown men’s shop he remembered.

      Forty-five minutes later, the warrior emerged in a midnight blue serge suit, white shirt and pattern-print tie of maroon, blue and teal. The conservative business suit served to provide the look he sought. Except for his height, he didn’t think he’d СКАЧАТЬ