"Дон Пендлтон. Doomsday Disciples ("Палач" #49) " - читать интересную книгу автора

If Hal's suspicions were correct, they could expect an escalating reign
of terror from the Universal Devotees.
Haifa million potential terrorists, and counting.
Hell, if only ten percent could be manipulated, channeled into random
acts of violence...
Bolan shut off the train of thought, fully conscious of the
implications.
Every day, Minh recruited more disciples for his cult. Every day he
twisted and seduced more young, impressionable minds. Each day his army
grew.
There was nothing the authorities could do to stop him. Not within the
narrow letter of the law.
But there was something an Executioner could do.
Bolan's eyes locked with Hal's across the briefing room.
"When do I leave?"

4

The "handle" was avoiding Bolan, checking out the small apartment and
its meager furnishings. He let her have the moment, waiting and watching
while she got her bearings.
The drop was a walk-up flat in a four-story brown-stone, identical to
others lining both sides of the street. Three blocks east of Golden Gate
Park, it stood in the heart of Haight-Ashbury, aging and anonymous. The flat
was secured by a phone call from Stony Man Farm to Able Team's base of
operations. It was "safe" - and expendable, if worse came to worst.
In the sixties, the neighborhood gave birth to a new, restless
generation, young people searching for love and peace with no strings
attached. Without tools or blueprints, they tried to erect Utopia in the
heart of San Francisco. In their youthful inexperience they lost direction
and soon bogged down in an underworld of drugs and empty revolutionary
rhetoric.
Sheep attract predators, and the Flower Generation had its share of
cannibals. Bikers and bomb-builders, closet Satanists and self-styled urban
guerillas - the movers and shakers of a new wave that never quite arrived.
The Haight became a mecca for the mindless, burned-out drones seeking
someone, anyone who could lead them to the light.
Even now there are some still seeking easy answers in a complicated
universe, turning on to drugs and cults - everything from Zen and Krishna to
the Universal Devotees.
It started there, in The Haight, while a younger Bolan sought answers
of his own in another kind of jungle, half a world away. They had come
together now, at last, and it was from The Haight that Bolan planned to
launch his new offensive on the savages.
The neighborhood had changed with time, but it was still a haven for
the rootless and disaffected. A person could get lost there - deliberately
or otherwise - and it could shelter Amy Culp while Bolan dealt with Minh and
his Universal Devotees.
He ditched the battered Cadillac, retrieving his rental car with
weapons and equipment in the trunk. The nondescript sedan would merge better