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Mack Bolan
Stony Man #33 Punitive Measures


PROLOGUE

Ulysses Freeman never went by his real name. In
fact, very few people knew what it was. To his
fellow Crips, and anyone else on the streets, Free-
man was "Jimmy Two Blades." He had acquired
the appellation due to his habit of carrying a
matching set of daggers with eight-inch blades.
The knives were looped through his belt and
tucked into the back pockets of his faded, ragged
blue jeans--one for his right hand, the other for
his left. The pockets were always covered, either
by a sweatshirt, a jacket or a loose-fitting T-shirt.
This night, Jimmy Two Blades had his two
blades, but he also had something else.
Jimmy stepped back a little deeper into the
shadows of the doorway. He could still see up and
down the street from where he stood, and he
watched the few people brave enough to walk
along the sidewalk outside Los Angeles's Mc-
Caurther Park. A hooker strutted by in high heels,
fishnet nylons and a garter belt extending beneath




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a pair of shorts so minuscule that they revealed a
generous portion of her buttocks. A derelict in
clothes too tattered to identify followed her ten
yards behind, enjoying the view and knowing it
was all he could afford.
As Jimmy continued his silent vigil, he saw the
hooker suddenly curse, then whirl and draw a
small revolver from her purse. She yelled at the
man, the gun bobbing up and down as she spoke.
The bum stopped in his tracks, turned and shuf-
fled out of sight in the opposite direction.
Jimmy absentmindedly reached under his T-
shirt, his fingers falling over the rough edges of
the hard steel stuffed into the front of his belt
against the buckle. He had picked up the piece
that afternoon from Rags, another Crip. There
wasn't much to it; it was some kind of cheap sin-
gle-shot weapon that looked like somebody with