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Bolan heard the darkness as if it were breathing, and divined through a
mix of gambling and the intense will of the air itself that his opponent
would choose to dodge to the right again. That is where he fired.
He knew he was on the money when a wet rattle bubbled from a body with
a sound that no man can fake. The sound of death.
The noisy collapse was succeeded by a hushed stillness in the dining
room.
Bolan could hear sounds of assault from outside. Doors were thrown
open, running men were entering the inn.
Within seconds the lead invaders were silhouetted in the grayness of
the open doorway. Bolan blew away three of them instantly, with three shots
and unerring accuracy. His was an inexhaustible command of judgment. The
remaining soldiers scampered out of sight for cover, back the way they had
come. There were sounds of retreat in the darkness.
Bolan utilized the fleeing seconds before more soldiers came. He moved
to where the body of the handgun-wielder had fallen. He looked closely in
the gloom.
He was looking into the dead face of one of Kennedy's Italian-togged
black customers.
The other buyer was also dead, visibly crumpled near the door. So the
first cry in the dark had been that one's last.
And Kennedy was gone.
Bolan moved through the doorway. He was into starlight.
There was troop movement from several areas in and around the small
village. The activity centered in the street fronting the inn. Bolan swiftly
trotted around to the back of the ancient stone building, then cut off
diagonally in a line toward the dunes. His senses were attuned to
perceptions of the enemy, and informed him that the deployment numbered ten
or twelve men at most, although they were widely scattered and dangerously
answerable to no one.
Kennedy could not backtrack through the tunnel to the villa. Bolan
recalled meeting those black troopers as he was first helping Fahima and her
father to escape. The soldiers had looked like they were on their way to
where the girl and her father were hidden. The Africans therefore knew of
the room with two doors and Kennedy's "secret" tunnel. Something had gone
down here at the inn. Kennedy would know that they knew, because it had just
happened.
Kennedy's actions in his office earlier, when Bolan had been watching
him, told Bolan that Kennedy was alone on this except for the merc Hymie, no
doubt promised a slice of the action. Not even Doyle, Kennedy's
second-in-command, knew about what Kennedy had been up to.
Kennedy's probable course of action would be to cut across the open
terrain and get back inside the villa, utilizing his knowledge of security
of the Jericho property.
Bolan had to make Kennedy talk.
Kennedy knew where Evita Aguilar was.
But Bolan had to find him first.

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