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knife out of his forearm sheath. By barely rubbing it against his leg, he
had pried it loose and could feel the cold Swedish 6C27 stainless steel
against his fingers. As a child he had won a 20 DM bet by hitting a mouse
with a knife at ten meters. This was even less. And he was no longer a
child.
"Why don't you just tell me how much you can offer? That way we'll know
if you're wasting my time. See, the army is going to be missing this stuff
eventually, as I'm sure you can appreciate. And they tend to get really
nasty about stolen armaments. Especially when it's their own soldiers doing
the stealing. So I gotta watch my hide." The mimicry came naturally to Mack
Bolan only from his years of observation of the world's true vermin.
Klaus eased the knife further into his palm.
Hi wrist felt the black micarta handle as it slid into place. He
casually shifted his hand behind his thigh to hide the blade's emergence.
Soon, he thought, licking his lips. Very soon.
"I have a better idea, Sergeant Grendal," Tanya said. "Why don't you
show us a few samples first as a display of what you call "good faith." Then
we will talk money."
"And what kind of money are you talking about anyway?" continued Bolan.
"Dollars, deutsche marks, Swiss francs?"
"Whatever you require." She had taken the hook, and now he had to make
her swallow it.
Bolan stood up and strolled casually to the window, his back to Tanya
and Klaus. "That can be arranged," he nodded, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Now! Klaus screamed silently, swinging the knife over his head and
throwing it with all his I might at Mack Bolan's exposed back.

4

Hal Brognola arrived at the communications room in much the same manner
he employed to bust down doors of Mafia kingpins. "I got your message," he
barked at April. "What happened? What's so goddamn urgent?" April's face was
ghostly pale, whiter than he had ever seen it before. "What is it, April?"
Hal Brognola said, softly now.
April took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders, forcing her
body to resume its professional stance. Her voice was crisp and steady.
"Update reports on the preliminary investigation into the Zwilling Horde
kidnappings. It seems NATO and the CIA teamed up on this one and sent a
couple of agents undercover. A man-and-woman team."
"What did they find out?"
"No one knows."
"They haven't checked in yet?"
She shook her head slowly and handed him a page just torn from the
printer. As Brognola read, she could see his face change into an expression
of disgust. When he was finished, he lifted his eyes to meet hers and shook
his head resignedly.
"They discovered the bodies this afternoon, or at least what was left
of them," April said. She was fighting against a quaver in her voice,
determined to maintain her military demeanor. ""As the report states, there
is sufficient evidence to indicate severe torture, including castration of