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Desperate to escape conviction, the head of a powerful crime family orders the kidnapping of a federal prosecutor’s young daughter. If the mobster isn’t freed by the end of the week—if anyone contacts the authorities—the girl will be killed. Backed into a corner, her father must rely on the one man who can help: Mack Bolan.
Finding the girl won’t be easy; the mob has tight security and their network is vast. Plus, with an innocent life at stake, going in guns blazing is a risk Bolan can’t afford to take. His only choice is to create a distraction by pitting the crime syndicate against their rivals. The mob is about to get a visit from the Executioner. And this time he’s handing out death penalties.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving a going-away gift for your boss.” Bolan held up the thermite grenades so the mobster could see. “It’s about to get hot in there.”
“You can’t destroy everything! You know how much that merchandise is worth?”
“More than pocket change, but you’re going out of business, so it won’t make much difference.”
Bolan went back inside the warehouse. He planted the thermite grenades in among the stacked cartons, pulled the pins and made a quick exit. As the Executioner stepped outside, he heard the hiss of the grenades activating. Stark light filled the warehouse as the thermite compound began to burn. By the time the process was completed there wouldn’t be much left.
Bolan opened the car door and tossed a cell phone onto the mobster’s lap.
“Now you can call home. Tell Tsvetanov we win round one.”
Maximum Chaos
Don Pendleton
The battlefield is a scene of constant chaos. The winner will be the one who controls that chaos, both his own and the enemy’s.
—Napoleon Bonaparte
The forces of chaos cannot be controlled, not by any man. But chaos can be fought, and I will continue to fight as long as innocent lives are on the line.
—Mack Bolan
Nothing less than a war could have fashioned the destiny of the man called Mack Bolan. Bolan earned the Executioner title in the jungle hell of Vietnam.
But this soldier also wore another name—Sergeant Mercy. He was so tagged because of the compassion he showed to wounded comrades-in-arms and Vietnamese civilians.
Mack Bolan’s second tour of duty ended prematurely when he was given emergency leave to return home and bury his family, victims of the Mob. Then he declared a one-man war against the Mafia.
He confronted the Families head-on from coast to coast, and soon a hope of victory began to appear. But Bolan had broken society’s every rule. That same society started gunning for this elusive warrior—to no avail.
So Bolan was offered amnesty to work within the system against terrorism. This time, as an employee of Uncle Sam, Bolan became Colonel John Phoenix. With a command center at Stony Man Farm in Virginia, he and his new allies—Able Team and Phoenix Force—waged relentless war on a new adversary: the KGB.
But when his one true love, April Rose, died at the hands of the Soviet terror machine, Bolan severed all ties with Establishment authority.
Now, after a lengthy lone-wolf struggle and much soul-searching, the Executioner has agreed to enter an “arm’s-length” alliance with his government once more, reserving the right to pursue personal missions in his Everlasting War.
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