"Дон Пендлтон. The Libya Connection ("Палач" #48) " - читать интересную книгу автора

"I'm glad to hear that the woman is thought to be alive. But why is she
alive? She should be dead. I don't mean to be brutal, but we must consider
this."
Bolan felt the bitter taste in his mouth that he had experienced
throughout the flight north from Exuma Cay.
"They've taken her to Libya," he said. "That's where Jericho is and
that's where Santos is."
"Then... it dead-ends there, doesn't it?" asked April, sadly.
"Not at all, unfortunately," growled Hal. "In a strange way it ties in
with the renegade operation you just busted up, Striker. The Company feels
that too many ex-CIA personnel have turned up recently working for Khaddafi,
among others who have no love for us. One of the men the Company has been
watching is a young retiree, name of Michael Rideout. Rideout served two
military tours overseas, the second time with Special Forces. Then came his
years with the CIA, out of their Marseilles office. He's been "retired"
since the Company turned him loose during a Senate investigation. The man is
bored, broke and bitter."
Brognola paused to light the half-done stogie that was wedged between
his chubby fingers, thought better of it.
"Rideout is our key to the Jericho operation. Listen to this. Rideout
was approached four days ago by people representing Leonard Jericho. He was
paid ten thousand dollars and told to stay on call to leave the country.
Rideout - and our people who had him wired - received that call last night,
Striker, while you and Jack were on your way to the Bahamas to do your own
thing with the yacht. He caught the next commercial flight to Libya.
Like the Bear said, all of the agencies are cooperating on this because
of the NCB tie-in. The CIA people were notified at the other end and they
intercepted Rideout when he landed in Benghazi this morning. They're holding
him now.
We could do what Able Team did so successfully in their Texas showdown
recently - ride in on a nowhere man.
What I'm saying is, you could take Michael Rideout's place."
Bolan stood. He turned to Kurtzman.
"Bear, I want a full printout on Thatcher, Jericho and the current
situation in Libya. I need to study it on the flight over."
"You've got it," said Kurtzman.
Bolan looked back at Hal.
Hal looked from Bolan to April Rose and decided to relight his cigar.
The lovely "boss lady" of Stony Man Farm stood from the couch and
walked to Bolan, then wordlessly bowed her face and touched her forehead to
his mouth. The natural scent of her was strong in his nostrils, yet subtle
and provocative.
His arms encircled her shapely waist and held her to him.
"What is it, lady?" he asked comfortingly. "We should be used to saying
goodbye by now. It goes with the job, you know that."
"I do know it," she whispered. "But I also know that this mission is
different for you. You've told me how much you and Eve mean to each other."
"What Eve and I had together was before you came along, I've told you
that too," he said gently.
"You big, beautiful man," she said. "I'm not jealous, Mack. I'm only