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Lavagni was perspiring heavily from a combination of over-exertion in
the tropical heat and strained emotions. "I don't know, Charlie," he replied
disgustedly. "He's a hard case, that guy. If I was him, I'd have been
halfway out of this place by now."
"Maybe he didn't get away clean. From the plane, I mean. Maybe he ain't
able to travel too well."
"It's something to think about," Lavagni admitted. "Anyway it don't
matter. Look, I know what I'm doing, Charlie. Don't worry, the guy will run
out of bullets before we run out of bodies."
"Don't let the boys hear you talking like that," Dragone cautioned in a
hushed voice. "They're worried enough as it is."
Lavagni was about to make a heated comment to that when the chatter of
the Thompson again erupted, this time from far along the line.
"Contact," Lavagni growled. Let's go."

* * *

Before the two Mafia leaders could close on the new trouble spot,
however, that third fire mission had been completed and the Executioner was
moving swiftly through the jungle toward number four.
Bolan's battle plan was a basic guerilla maneuver. It was meant to draw
the enemy line forward along a course of Bolan's choosing, to widen the
spaces between the teeth of the grinder, and to slip through them.
This objective was neatly accomplished during the confused aftermath of
the next brief firefight. Bolan stood quietly in the branches of a giant
tree and watched the shaken enemy re-form their line beneath him and sweep
on northward.
He noted that they had carefully collected the weapons of their fallen
dead - and he smiled at this, accurately reading Lavagni's game of numbers.
Quick Tony was willing to give the prey a few dead bodies, so long as he
continued spending his precious ammo for them.
But that game was ending now.
Bolan was no longer concerned with the acquisition of friendly dead,
and he had all the breathing space he'd wanted.
He gave the meat-grinder time to chew up a bit more jungle on the sweep
northward, then he slipped to the ground and set off for the next objective.
It was time for a closer look at Glass Bay Resort

Chapter Four
Game plan

The easiest and most direct route of retreat from Glass Bay would be
through the jungle pocket, across the coastal plain, and into the mountains
of the interior. From there, a guy on the run could probably commandeer a
vehicle and make it into San Juan, a modern city of maybe half a million
people. He could lay low for awhile in San Juan, then slip back to the
states via ship or plane when the situation had cooled off.
There were two principal reasons, though, why Mack Bolan did not choose
this avenue of escape.
First, the enemy would be expecting just such a move - and he did not