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

"Well, your crew isn't taking any prizes for reliability," Carter
snarled.
Minh was curious, but cautious.
"Has there been a problem?"
"You could say that. They're all dead."
The Vietnamese was startled into momentary silence. When he spoke, his
voice was tight but in control.
"What happened. Mitchell?"
"I had another visitor," he said. "Listen, this will have to wait. I've
been here too long already."
''Very well. When should we expect you?''
It was Carter's turn to hesitate. Bolan heard the wheels turning as the
counselor thought it through, weighing risks against advantages.
"I don't know about that," he said at last.
Minh played it cagey, the hunter certain of his prey.
"Do you have a choice?"
Carter's voice betrayed his fear.
"I want it understood that I'm coming voluntarily, as an ally."
"Of course, Mitchell. There was never any doubt."
Minh severed the connection, and Carter cradled his receiver slowly,
almost reluctantly. Bolan listened as he moved about the office, finalizing
preparations for departure. When he let himself out, the Executioner was
already moving toward his car.
The problem was defined now, his course of action set.
The phases of his strategy were falling into place.
The enemy had been identified, their purpose recognized.
By congregating at Minh's estate, they would achieve the goal of
isolation on their own, without his help.
Then, only the final step remained.
Doomsday Disciples
Annihilation.
If the terrorists were gathering at the Universal Devotees' "retreat,"
the Executioner would join them. He owed it to his war, and to the gentle
civilians. To the Universe.
Hell, the warrior owed it to himself.

9

Amy Culp checked her watch again and sighed impatiently. It was only
two minutes later than the last time she looked. She was growing more
nervous by the second, trying to project Sarah's ETA at the apartment house.
On the telephone, Sarah hadn't sounded as surprised to hear from her as
Amy had expected. It was strange - not as though she was expecting the call,
but there was something...
At the time, Amy thought she might have interrupted something - maybe
Sarah had a man with her - but her friend stressed she was alone. Still,
Sarah's voice sounded distant, distracted.
Amy sketched her situation, leaving out the bloody details, and Sarah
agreed to come at once. Amy gave directions then settled down to wait.
That was half an hour earlier, and Amy was worrying, wondering how long