Trial By Fire. Don PendletonЧитать онлайн книгу.
fanatic of the brethren. “Brother Kayizi.”
“The trail is clear, Caesar! Ten continue towards the mountain!”
“You count ten, brother?”
“With the pilot and copilot dead? I see all eight cadets, the flight attendant and the commando who leads them! They burn for the Ugandan border!”
Mama Waldi came to stand beside her man. “The American. The commando.”
“Yes, Mama.”
Mama Waldi’s black eyes narrowed. “You would think, a grenade on a body, a playground trick, one we have used ourselves many times.”
Segawa nodded. “Yes, Mama. We have.”
“Yet we fell for this trick, because we have pulled up their dead before.”
Segawa nodded once more. “Yes, Mama.”
“The American,” Obua scowled. “He reads us, he reads our ways and he has turned to fight.”
Mama Waldi ran a disturbingly large tongue over her filed teeth. “Good.”
5
“You buried him with a grenade.” Rudipu lowered Bolan’s binoculars. “A Willie Pete?”
“I asked him if he wanted to be buried, cremated or left for the enemy. Llewellyn chose all of the above.”
“Where was it?”
“He was keeping it under his hat. I kept it under mine, too. I didn’t want any arguments. It was his decision.”
“I understand, Sarge.” The cadet raised Bolan’s laser range-finding binoculars once more and watched the milling revolutionaries. They had stopped after the grenade detonation and were having some kind of late-afternoon powwow and boiling a caldron of rice. Rude didn’t want to think about what they were having for an entrée. “I count at least thirty. More seem to be arriving. So, should we…?”
“Thin them out a bit?”
“Well, yeah.”
“Range me.”
“What?”
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