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wish to give them the added advantage of reading his game plan.
Secondly, Bolan did not choose to "lay low" in San Juan, nor did he
have any intention of leaving the Caribbean until he'd completed his
operations there.
The strategic route of retreat which he had selected lay directly
across Glass Bay, past the enemy hardsite, and on beyond to one of the
seaside villages. From there he would play it by ear and figure some way to
strike at the mob's wheel of fortune.
The big problem of the moment was Glass Bay itself.
Bolan had moved cautiously to the eastern edge of the forested area and
he was taking a quiet reading of the situation there. He was about two
hundred yards inland and looking southeasterly onto the grounds of the
hardsite.
The fire had apparently been brought under control but smoke continued
to rise from several stubbornly smoldering pockets. He counted twelve men
moving tiredly about the damaged structure, a few still on fire hoses but
most of them now engaged in salvage operations. Furnishings and other
objects were strewn about the lawn. Angled to one side and out of the way
was the line of Glass Bay dead, neatly lined up and wrapped in sheets.
Bolan grimaced and consulted his wristwatch. It had been a fast and
chaotic forty minutes at Glass Bay.
His point of view was toward the rear, of the house and across several
hundred feet of open area. Four smaller structures were semi-circled behind
the main building. None of them seemed to have suffered damage. Two were
bungalows, one was a storehouse of some kind, the fourth appeared to be an
office.
A VW sedan was parked between the bungalows. Behind these and set off
at a right angle stood a long and narrow structure which provided carport
parking for perhaps a dozen vehicles, with living quarters above. This would
be the barracks, Bolan deduced, for lower echelon attendants of visiting big
shots - the wheelmen, hardmen, etc. The place appeared deserted now, and
there were no vehicles in the bays. So it followed that Lavagni's party had
been airlifted in, not brought in by ground transport.
Continuing the visual inspection, Bolan noted an asphalt road looping
in from the east-rear section of the property. An arched gateway marked that
eastern boundary. The blacktop road traversed the manicured grounds to the
carports and ended there in a graveled circle. A dirt road led from there to
Bolan's side of the compound, skirted the jungle for a hundred yards or so,
then angled off toward the rear perimeter.
A jeep was presently occupying that dirt road, parked at the midpoint
of the jungle stretch not a hundred feet from Bolan's position. Two men with
poised Thompsons were standing behind it and intently watching the forest
line.
Occasional distant gunfire was coming from the interior of the jungle
area, in singles and in volleys, as the Lavagni meat-grinder chewed on
northward. The survivors were probably thoroughly spooked now and firing at
anything that moved or seemed to move. This suited Bolan fine. Another five
minutes of that and they would probably be shooting at one another.
Meanwhile the pressure was being lifted from this corner of the battle
zone. The two plug men at the jeep had noted the audible evidence that the