Road Of Bones

Road Of Bones
Don Pendleton

Dispatched on a high-priority search-and-rescue mission, Mack Bolan becomes a moving target in the cold heart of Siberia. He's on a motorcycle hell ride along a thousand miles of broken, battered highway. Known as the Road of Bones, it's a mass grave to thousands of slave laborers buried during Stalin's iron rule.A defecting Russian intelligence agent's testimony stands to aim heavy artillery at Russian mobsters in America. To silence her, a hunter-killer team of secret police and gangsters engage in hot pursuit. The enemy has the edge: manpower, weapons and homefield advantage. For Bolan, it's a one-way trip on an open road effectively sealed at both ends by death squads. Every mile survived brings them both either closer to freedom…or ultimate doom.

Highway to hell

Dispatched on a high-priority search-and-rescue mission, Mack Bolan becomes a moving target in the cold heart of Siberia. He’s on a motorcycle hell ride along a thousand miles of broken, battered highway. Known as the Road of Bones, it’s a mass grave to thousands of slave laborers buried during Stalin’s iron rule.

A defecting Russian intelligence agent’s testimony stands to aim heavy artillery at Russian mobsters in America. To silence her, a hunter-killer team of secret police and gangsters engage in hot pursuit. The enemy has the edge: manpower, weapons and home-field advantage. For Bolan, it’s a one-way trip on an open road effectively sealed at both ends by death squads. Every mile survived brings them both either closer to freedom…or ultimate doom.

So much for stealth

He’d only got halfway to the lights when the man addressed him from a pool of shadows to his left, between a thresher and a skid loader. The lookout spoke in Russian, but his challenge had the tone of “Who in hell are you?”

Bolan let his AK answer back, one Russian to another. Three rounds at a range of six or seven feet, two punching through a plastic cooler the stranger carried, loosing plumes of smoke. His muzzle-flashes lit a startled face before it toppled over backward, out of frame.

He dodged between a swather and a mower, reached a different aisle and pounded toward the bright oasis where the action was. Bolan could hear people scrambling, as a voice called out, “Mikhail? Mikhail!”

Presumably calling the dead guy.

Bolan let the others wonder about the body as he moved in for the kill.

Road of Bones

Don Pendleton

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

Russia will not soon become, if it ever becomes, a second copy of the United States or England, where liberal values have deep historic roots.

—Vladimir Putin

1952-

Don’t you forget what’s divine about the Russian soul—and that’s resignation.

—Joseph Conrad

1857-1924

I’m resigned to do this job regardless of the opposition. I’ll bet my soul on it.

—Mack Bolan

Special thanks and acknowledgment to Mike Newton for his contribution to this work.

Contents

PROLOGUE (#u2dcfa671-fbde-5a66-b844-d20ca6fb02d6)

CHAPTER ONE (#u54eebb2b-bedc-5c0e-833c-2afda149f85b)

CHAPTER TWO (#u99205509-6440-5a22-8056-d1c59cd4c65b)

CHAPTER THREE (#ud85b5acb-9dcd-5f99-954d-3ce6eb411bda)

CHAPTER FOUR (#ubc496dcd-b1c4-54ac-ae6f-63f61f278fc4)

CHAPTER FIVE (#u9a6e0e8d-b4ef-5872-a2f4-83cb5cf8cb87)

CHAPTER SIX (#u928c9d7a-5d6d-5dcc-abc6-b6f2d52c53a8)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#litres_trial_promo)

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CHAPTER TWENTY (#litres_trial_promo)

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