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Bolan slammed the M-16 across his adversary’s gun hand
The crack of breaking bone was audible above the driving rain. Ryan roared in agony. He lifted his hand and stared at the split flesh.
“Bastard!” he screamed.
He saw Bolan staring at him, his own battered, bloody face glistening with rain. The look in the man’s eyes unnerved him. They were cold, devoid of compassion.
“Lessons are over, Ryan. This is for keeps.”
For the first time in his life Ryan really knew how it felt to look death in the eyes and understand what it meant.
He turned to run, but there was nowhere to go.
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Zero Option
Mack Bolan®
Don Pendleton
Justice is the constant and perpetual wish to render to every one his due.
—Emperor Justinian, c.482–565
When individuals believe they are above the law or beyond justice, they deserve a harsh lesson in reality.
—Mack Bolan
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
Zero Platform One, Earth orbit
Zero Platform One moved on its slow orbit against a background of star-dappled darkness, silent and seemingly dead. The exterior was composed of aluminum and titanium steel, the burnished surface dotted with antennae, signal and scanning dishes, targeting probes. Rings of sensors crisscrossed the platform.
The upper section had a row of observational windows that ran the circumference of the dome. The lower, much larger dome could rotate on an internal rail system and held long-range missiles in multiple banks that jutted from the surface like so many metal blisters. Directly above the missile clusters were laser and particle-beam weapons. On the central ring of the platform sat a series of smaller missile pods. These were for the protection of the platform itself. The pods were linked to some of the sensor arrays, which in turn incorporated long distance radar scanners. Picking up the approach of any object, the platform’s own defense system would analyze and determine any possible threat. Once