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hi-power continuing to arc between the two standing mercs. Teckert and
Bruner did not know how close they were...
But a squeeze of Teckert's trigger finger and Hohlstrom would be dead.
Bolan was sizing his options.
"HOHLSTROM'S A BUDDY!" Bolan shouted at the other two. "WHAT PROOF DO
YOU HAVE?"
"KENNEDY'S GOT PROOF!" yelled Teckert. At their feet, Hohlstrom was
wiping the blood from his eyes.
Bolan moved around an iota, to keep tabs on the chopper pilot up front.
The pilot did not turn from his flight controls. The big Huey continued
rumbling through the desert night.
Bolan could almost smell the dramatic fuse burning inside this
helicopter, getting ready to ignite an explosion.
Bruner stepped wide around Hohlstrom's fallen form, drawn up into a
fetal ball a few feet inside the copter's side door.
Bruner unlatched the door and yanked it open. Freezing desert night air
whistled in through the gaping hatchway. The Huey's engine roar and the
sounds of the whirling rotor blades overhead pounded in.
"NOW WE FIND OUT ABOUT YOU, MR. RIDEOUT," screamed Bruner.
Teckert, standing next to Bruner, indicated the sprawling figure at
their feet with the Beretta assault rifle that he still aimed at Hohlstrom's
head. "DOYLE SAYS, YOU ICE THE KIKE!"
The German at Teckert's side was still aiming his Beretta pistol at
Bolan's head, and he gave a nod at the desert night speeding by outside the
open hatch.
"PUSH HOHLSTROM OUT," Bruner ordered Bolan. "RIGHT NOW."

15

Bolan had only one option.
His advantage was that the two mercs obviously expected "Rideout" to
pass this loyalty test. They had no suspicions otherwise. These men just
wanted someone else to do their dirty work in disposing of the spy,
Hohlstrom.
Only one option: kill !
Bolan twisted with a fluid sideways movement, moving suddenly low and
to the left of the 9mm Beretta that Bruner was aiming in his direction.
Meanwhile from his position at everyone's feet, Hohlstrom went
unnoticed by Bruner and Teckert as both men swung their attention to Bolan's
maneuver. They did not see Hohlstrom swiftly ease around the AK-47 that had
dropped to the deck beside him.
From a low crouch, to the side of the action, the Executioner squeezed
off a well-placed round from the Browning. The automatic barked from Bolan's
right fist, stabbing out an orange red pencil of fire.
At the same instant Bruner pulled off a round from his Beretta. He
fired at where Bolan had been one eye-blink before.
Bolan did not fire on Bruner. He first needed to take out Teckert, who
stood closest to Hohlstrom and posed the most immediate threat to the fallen
Mossad agent.
Bolan's 9mm round frothed apart most of merc Teckert's skull out the