Death Minus Zero. Don PendletonЧитать онлайн книгу.
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STONY MAN
When innocence is under attack, the Stony Man teams are primed to hit the battlefield. Operating under the President’s orders, the world’s best black ops warriors and cyber techs are willing to pay the ultimate price to uphold freedom.
LAST DEFENSE
Washington goes on full alert when Chinese operatives kidnap the creator of a vital US defense system, a top secret orbiting platform. Tracking the missing scientist to the Swiss Alps, Phoenix Force has to rescue the captive before torture forces him to give up the platform’s secrets—putting millions of lives at risk. While Phoenix Force is overseas, Able Team uncovers a plot to take over the system’s mission control facility. Both teams are outnumbered and outgunned, but they’ll do whatever it takes to stop America’s enemies from holding the entire country hostage.
“HAVE YOU MANAGED TO TRACK THE CAR?”
“Yes,” Tokaido said.
He showed a montage of the suspect vehicle picked up by various traffic cams. After a few miles it turned onto a wide parking lot adjacent to a truck stop. The monitor showed the vehicle swing around and vanish from sight behind lined-up rigs and road trailers.
“Great,” Brognola snapped.
“Not over yet,” Tokaido said.
The view of the truck stop continued for a long few minutes before the suspect car came back into sight. Passing traffic forced it to wait before it swung right and drove away.
Brognola sighed. “So they stopped for a few minutes to use the toilet. Maybe pick up some coffee.”
Kurtzman chuckled. “He doesn’t see it.”
“See what?”
Tokaido zoomed in on the image of the car waiting to merge into traffic.
There had been five men in the car when it arrived, but there were only four when it departed. Only two passengers in the rear instead of three.
“They lost one,” Brognola said. “Son of a bitch.”
Death Minus Zero
Don Pendleton
Contents
Virginia
As he did every morning, Saul Kaplan stepped out of his town house and approached the waiting car. As he also did every day, he dropped his briefcase on the seat, climbed inside and took his place in the vehicle. The driver, a uniformed US Air Force sergeant, waited until Kaplan was settled. He glanced in the rearview mirror.
“Morning, Doc,” Sergeant Steven Kessler greeted Kaplan.
“Good day, Steven. I think it is going to be a pleasant day.”
“You sit back and enjoy the ride, Doc.”
Kaplan smiled at the title he had been awarded by those he worked with. In truth Saul Kaplan was neither a professor nor a doctor, though he had been granted honorary degrees as he’d risen through the levels. But he barely recognized them and refused to use the titles; he