"Дон Пендлтон. Renegade Agent ("Палач" #47) " - читать интересную книгу автора

Sir Philip signed on with the Soviet cause.
For over twenty-five years he rose through the ranks, in the parlance
of the trade a "sleeper," an agent-in-place. In carrying out his
intelligence duties, he showed only the most scrupulous attention to the
best interests of Great Britain.
Then, two years ago, Sir Philip was "activated" by his Russian masters.
A deception that had consumed the man's lifetime was finally to bear fruit.
It turned rotten within a month. That was how long it took MI5 to
realize Sir Philip was a "mole." Over the years, British Intelligence has
had its share of double agents. The most famous was Harold Adrian Russell
Philby, better known as Kim, a Soviet double, who rose to become first
secretary of the British Embassy in Washington before fleeing to Mother
Russia in 1963.
Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean were another pair of traitors, escaping
only because Philby tipped them off that they were about to be blown. As a
result, MI5 had instituted certain fail-safes, one of which had revealed Sir
Philip.
Sir Philip himself had no idea that his perfidy was known, because he
had been left in place and allowed to operate. He was also unaware that
every piece of British intelligence he passed on to the Kremlin was
deliberate misinformation, which was all he was still allowed access to.
Today, however, Sir Philip had slipped through to act as go between for
highly classified American defense date, sold to Russia by Frederick Charon.
In a few minutes that transfer was scheduled to take place.
"It's why I'm here, guy," Bolan muttered to himself. Present and
correct, armed, ready. The Executioner was abroad again.
At the corner table, Charon slipped a hand inside his
five-hundred-dollar suitcoat and took out an ordinary letter-sized envelope.
Sir Philip did the same. The envelopes changed hands, disappeared into
pockets. Sir Philip rose and elegantly crossed the room toward the exit.
The young MI5 agent who had been nursing his stout fell into indiscreet
step behind Sir Philip. His name was Lemon, and his nominal assignment was
as bodyguard to Sir Philip, as it had been for the past six months. Sir
Philip's treason was known to only a handful of people, for obvious security
reasons, so as far as Lemon was outwardly concerned, his boss was just what
he seemed.
As Sir Philip passed fluidly out of the room, Bolan nodded in the
direction of the American agent, Voorhis. He and McMahon moved away from the
bar. They were pros for sure. At the corner table, Voorhis said something in
a soft voice to Charon. Charon went white, but did not reply. Voorhis spoke
again. Charon stood and walked across the room, Voorhis and McMahon flanking
him closely. Charon's gait was unsteady. One down, one to go as soon as
Bolan saw to a further little piece of business.
The Russians were anticipating a package, and they were going to get
one except the contents would not be quite what they expected. Bolan stood,
picked up the attach more case.
Yeah, treason was a risky business. It had a way of blowing up in your
face.
Bolan followed the parade through the door.
There was nothing fancy about the hangar that housed the offices,