Thunder Down Under. Don Pendleton
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even closer. Then the Executioner made his move.
Bolan’s Mercedes rocked to a stop in a shriek of protesting tires and scorched rubber. Bolan had already turned and was firing out the back window at the rider.
Even with the car’s sudden stop and bullets whizzing through the air around him, the biker managed to snap off two shots before wrenching the handlebars to the left to avoid a collision. He shot past the rear corner of the Mercedes, missing it by inches. The rider put three bullets into the right front fender before speeding ahead to merge with the cars on the highway.
Bolan heard police sirens and narrowed his gaze as he watched the shooter disappear among the traffic ahead of them. “Just in time.”
“Now listen, you rich people, weep and wail because of the misery that is coming on you.”
—James 5:1
“I have nothing against someone making their fortune, but when they use that power to oppress others for personal gain, that’s a crossed line I will not tolerate. The rich may be different, but they are not above the law—and they are never above justice.”
—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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As the Range Rover jounced down the rutted dirt road, each bump making him lift off his seat and thump back down, Connor King couldn’t keep the ear-to-ear smile off his unwrinkled, clean-shaved face. He’d never felt more like his surname in his life.
Despite his glee, the twenty-two-year-old kept a sharp eye out across the flat, scrubby, tan-and-brown Outback he and his Mobile Patrol partner were zooming across. This was his first real assignment after finishing security officer training and he didn’t want to mess it up.
But no matter what happened today, it couldn’t be worse than where he’d been six months ago: unemployed and broke after dropping out of university when he’d lost his rugby scholarship due to a knee injury during a pickup scrum.
The only problem was that being jobless and laid-up meant he’d