Devil's Bargain. Don Pendleton
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No time, no choice, Bolan realized
Sight, breathe deep, let it out. How many times had he dropped an enemy from a distance, an invisible shooter? So many killing fields, he briefly considered, since he was a Green Beret sniper in Southeast Asia.
Yesterday’s victories and spilled enemy blood to save innocent lives didn't mean a damn thing, he knew, and never guaranteed success in the present. Dwelling on the glory days—believing reputation and prior success would carry a man through the day’s trials—was best left for fools, wanna-bes and has-beens.
The future, Bolan thought, was now.
And in his hands.
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Devil’s Bargain
Mack Bolan®
Don Pendleton
It is fatal to enter any war without the will to win.
—Douglas MacArthur,
1880–1964
However much enemy blood I need to spill, whatever degree of pain is required to inflict on the vipers and jackals, I will be part of this war, without limit, without consequences. There will be no concession. There will be no compromise.
—Mack Bolan
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
Jaric Muhdal was waiting for the miracle to happen.
Word of the alleged breakout had been written in Kurdish on a wadded note tossed into his lap five days ago by his Turk captor. Muhdal had been ordered to eat the missive once he’d read it. Or was it six days, a week since the encounter? And was this simply mental torture, taunting him with false hopes of escaping the hell on earth called Dyrik Prison? One last sadistic blow by his tormentors to break his spirit, and days, he believed, before he was marched out to the courtyard to be beheaded?