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Don Pendleton


Renegade Agent

The Executioner - 47



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Аннотация

Frank Edwards, a busted CIA agent, was trafficking with terrorists in
Europe. His illegal-weapons supplier was a Defense Department contractor in
Massachusetts. His European connection was a high-ranking British
Intelligence Officer.
Macks task: eliminate all of these bastards. He blows the hell out of
an armament factory in New England, flattens a munitions warehouse at
Londons Heathrow airport. Then on to Frank Edwards base to bring hell on
earth.
The man from blood moves with the speed of a shock wave. To the
Executioner, there is no worse scum than a turncoat agent.

Don Pendleton
Renegade Agent

Prologue

Mack Bolan stood immobile in the darkness of the New England night. He
was listening to the voices of the past. Before him the slow-moving waters
of the Concord River lapped at its banks.
Behind him stood a man. The man wore a rolled-brim hat, a leather
jacket with tucked-up sleeves, trousers of homespun. A thong around his left
shoulder held a powder horn, its tip sealed with a cork. In his right hand
was a long-barreled flintlock musket, primed and loaded and tamped.
This was a man who would live free or die. Mack Bolan turned to regard
the bronze figure and murmured, "Live large, Brother." For yeah, this man
and the others he represented were indeed brothers of the man known as the
Executioner, brothers in soul and spirit, the kinship sanctified in blood
and gunpowder, the bond spanning two centuries and a great nation's history.
The date was September 26, 1774, when the citizens of the Massachusetts
hamlet of Concord resolved at their town meeting "that there be one or more
Companys Raised in this Town by Enlistment, and that Said Company Stands at
a Minute's Warning in Case of an Alarm." Could those people have known that
these Minutemen, as they came to be known, would be the vanguard in the war
for American independence?
The warm night breeze whispered the words of Minuteman Captain John
Parker to Mack Bolan's soul: "Stand your ground. Don't fire unless fired
upon, but if they mean to have a war, let it begin here!" It was a hard and