Final Coup

Final Coup
Don Pendleton

With the current president on the run for war crimes, an emergency election is called in Cameroon. But will the two candidates live long enough to see election day? Assigned to protection duty, Mack Bolan soon learns the politicians aren't the only ones in danger. There's a traitor in their midst who won't stop until Bolan and his team are dead.Ambushed at every turn and a constant target for snipers, Bolan knows that flushing out the enemy won't be easy–especially when everyone is a suspect. With millions of lives and the fate of Cameroon's government at stake, he's determined to stop the fight before more blood is shed.With no one to trust, the Executioner knows there's only one way to beat the killers at their game: destroy them before they destroy you.

The Executioner expected to die a violent death someday

But the civilians in the lobby had not signed up for battle pay, and if Bolan failed in the action he had to take within the next few seconds, they would surely die.

The bomber had almost reached the CIA man when the Executioner turned around.

As Bolan increased his pace to catch up with the man in the vest, the CIA agent moved smoothly into the bomber’s path and grabbed both of his wrists. Bolan drew his fixed-blade knife from behind his back and raised it high over his head. All other movement in the lobby had stopped.

The bomber screamed something in Arabic as Bolan dived through the air, the blade clenched in a reverse grip. As he collided with the man’s back, he brought the blade down with all his strength, penetrating the man’s skull.

A few gasps came from around the lobby. Then the screams of men and women filled the air. Bolan pried the blade out of the bomber’s skull and wiped it on the back of the man’s vest before turning him over.

“Murderers!” a high-pitched female voice shouted. “Call the police.”

The Executioner unzipped the bomber’s vest and a collective gasp came from the crowd when the people saw a good two-dozen sticks of dynamite strapped to the dead man’s body.

There were no more accusations of homicide.

Final Coup

The Executioner

Don Pendleton

www.mirabooks.co.uk (http://www.mirabooks.co.uk)

Democracy is worth dying for, because it’s the most deeply honorable form of government ever devised by man.

—Ronald Reagan

1911–2004

All people have a right to live and die freely. Anyone who dares to take that away will face my wrath and suffer inevitable defeat. That’s a promise.

—Mack Bolan

THE MACK BOLAN LEGEND

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.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Epilogue

1

It was hardly the way Mack Bolan had expected the mission to begin.

When the sudden explosion of rifle-fire blew past him on both sides, the man known as the Executioner drew the .44 Magnum Desert Eagle from the Kydex hip holster beneath his navy blue blazer. He automatically crouched into a classic “point shooting” position as his eyes scanned the Yaounde, Cameroon, airport terminal with the speed of lightning, looking for a target to return fire.