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Treason Play
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Treason Play
Don Pendleton
The disappearance of an American journalist in Dubai raises red flags in Washington's covert sectors. The man was a deep cover CIA agent tracking weapons smuggling.When his tortured corpse turns up, Mack Bolan jumps into action, racing to stop the launch of a nuke somewhere in the Middle East. This time, the masterminds aren't the usual suspects. The men behind the conspiracy are Soviet high rollers, rogue players using money, influence and politics to hack off America's long arm in the region and revive Russia's superpower status.Bolan lights fires throughout the region's criminal underbelly, setting his sights on the Pakistani crime lord smuggling the Russian nuke across borders. Leaving a scorched earth calling card for the traitorous British national who brokered the deal, Bolan delivers a death warning to enemies investing in the carnage of innocents: payback is coming in blood.
Bolan yanked Khan from the car.
Once he had dragged the man a safe distance from the vehicle, he stretched him along the ground. The soldier pulled a small flashlight from a pocket, clicked it on and ran it over Khan’s blood-soaked form. Three bullet holes had pierced the man’s chest.
Khan’s eyes fluttered open. Bolan noticed that the former ISI agent’s gaze looked unfocused. His breath came in shallow puffs. After a second, Bolan’s presence registered with him, and he turned his head slightly to look at the big American.
“Cooper,” Khan told him. “It’s not over.”
“It is for you,” Bolan growled.
“Not for you. Not even close.”
A shudder passed through Khan, and he was gone.
Treason Play
Mack Bolan
Don Pendleton’s
www.mirabooks.co.uk (http://www.mirabooks.co.uk)
I know that there are angry spirits
And turbulent mutterers of stifled treason,
Who lurk in narrow places, and walk out
Muffled to whisper curses to the night;
Disbanded soldiers, discontented ruffians…
—Lord Byron, 1788–1824
Conspirators lurk in the shadows, biding their time, hiding their faces. I’ll drag the criminals into the light of day and unmask them for all to see.
—Mack Bolan
Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Don Pendleton
The disappearance of an American journalist in Dubai raises red flags in Washington's covert sectors. The man was a deep cover CIA agent tracking weapons smuggling.When his tortured corpse turns up, Mack Bolan jumps into action, racing to stop the launch of a nuke somewhere in the Middle East. This time, the masterminds aren't the usual suspects. The men behind the conspiracy are Soviet high rollers, rogue players using money, influence and politics to hack off America's long arm in the region and revive Russia's superpower status.Bolan lights fires throughout the region's criminal underbelly, setting his sights on the Pakistani crime lord smuggling the Russian nuke across borders. Leaving a scorched earth calling card for the traitorous British national who brokered the deal, Bolan delivers a death warning to enemies investing in the carnage of innocents: payback is coming in blood.
Bolan yanked Khan from the car.
Once he had dragged the man a safe distance from the vehicle, he stretched him along the ground. The soldier pulled a small flashlight from a pocket, clicked it on and ran it over Khan’s blood-soaked form. Three bullet holes had pierced the man’s chest.
Khan’s eyes fluttered open. Bolan noticed that the former ISI agent’s gaze looked unfocused. His breath came in shallow puffs. After a second, Bolan’s presence registered with him, and he turned his head slightly to look at the big American.
“Cooper,” Khan told him. “It’s not over.”
“It is for you,” Bolan growled.
“Not for you. Not even close.”
A shudder passed through Khan, and he was gone.
Treason Play
Mack Bolan
Don Pendleton’s
www.mirabooks.co.uk (http://www.mirabooks.co.uk)
I know that there are angry spirits
And turbulent mutterers of stifled treason,
Who lurk in narrow places, and walk out
Muffled to whisper curses to the night;
Disbanded soldiers, discontented ruffians…
—Lord Byron, 1788–1824
Conspirators lurk in the shadows, biding their time, hiding their faces. I’ll drag the criminals into the light of day and unmask them for all to see.
—Mack Bolan
Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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