"Дон Пендлтон. Caribbean Kill ("Палач" #10) " - читать интересную книгу автора That, Bolan decided, was not the name of his game. He had come south to
harass the syndicate and end their Caribbean operation if he could. If he had wanted to simply confront them and quickly spend his blood, he could have done so at any point along that escape route from Vegas. The problem now, the immediate objective for Bolan, was to break out of that trap at Glass Bay. And to do so in such a way as to advance him toward the long range objective, the busting of the Caribbean Carousel - the kill . Okay. Lavagni would be moving in his screen any moment now. It was time for a bit of psychological warfare... something to jar the enemy, to slow them, to take away their initiative. Bolan slung the Thompson across his chest and affixed the silencer to his Beretta Belle. Right. It was time to take the offensive. * * * Field Marshal Lavagni had his troops in place, and he was impatiently awaiting word that the plug crews were on station. A crude, hand-drawn map of the bay area lay on the sand in front of him, and this he was studying intently. "How long d'you figure it'd take a guy on foot to cross this patch of jungle, Charlie?" he asked his chief gunner. Dragone shrugged his shoulders. "Depend on the guy, I guess. It's probably slow going in there, though." way around, though..." "You figure he's making for the back side?" "Yeh. That's what I'd do." The Mafia boss tapped the map with a thick finger. "I'd head straight for this sugar farm here. I'd buy or steal me some wheels, and I'd high-tail it for San Juan." "That's what he's doing," Dragone agreed. "He needs to make some connections. I'd say San Juan, yeah." The crewchief scratched absently at his forehead. "One thing though, Tony. I doubt if this boy know where the hell he really is. I mean, without a map..." "He come in by plane, remember," Lavagni said, sighing. "Don't worry, this boy always knows where he's at. Did you tell Vince what I told you?" "Yeh. I told him you want a complete rundown on all the civilians living in the area. He's sending a boy over, a native I guess, to talk to you. Soon as he can find him. Things are pretty lore up over there, Tony." "They got things about under control?" "Yeh, pretty much. But it's a mess. What the fire didn't get, the water did." "Tell Latigo to send a couple of boys to the farm, this sugar farm here." "Okay." "Good boys." "Sure, Tony." "How about those whirly birds?" "Taken care of. Grimaldi says it'll take about an hour." |
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