âMaybe itâs not money theyâre after,â Tokaido suggested
âMaybe theyâre angling for an exchange. Maybe they want to barter my cousin for the members of the nuclear team they canât get their hands on. Whatâs the latest on that?â
âWell, so far, assassins have killed one of the defectors and nabbed another,â Kurtzman said. âWe stopped them, though, in D.C. and Chicago, and Mackâs on his way to Vegas in case they try to make a move on the guy there. That leaves Shinn, whoâs dropped under the radar.â
Moments later Colonel Michaels burst into the comm room. âYour cousin just contacted his business partners in Seoul,â he informed Tokaido. âHis familyâs being held in North Korea along with three other friends. The North is asking for a ransom.â
One of the worldâs hot spots just got hotter.
Ambition,
The soldierâs virtue.
âWilliam Shakespeare,
Antony and
Cleopatra, III, i
Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.
âLucretius,
99â55 B.C.
All too often innocents suffer because of the grand ambition of people in lowly positions of power. The way I see it, my job is to even the score, to restore balance and mete out justice.
âMack Bolan
Koreatown, Los Angeles, California
The two men huddled in the littered backstreet alley. âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â John Kissinger asked Mack Bolan, a.k.a. the Executioner.
Bolan smiled, but it didnât reach his eyes. âA little late to be asking that, donât you think?â
âYeah, but stillâ¦â Kissinger didnât finish his sentence.
Bolan was years removed from the time when his actions were motivated primarily by a hunger for vengeance, but Kissinger had asked for help in avenging the torture execution of a long-time DEA field agent heâd worked with before heâd been brought into the Stony Man fold. Given the number of times Kissinger had covered his back in the heat of battle, Bolan wasnât about to turn down his friendâs request.
âLetâs do it,â Bolan told his colleague.
The two men stood in an alley located at the periphery of L.A.âs Koreatown, home for more transplanted natives of that long-divided Asian peninsula than any other locale on the planet. Most of the signs and billboards in the neighborhoodâas well as the majority of the omnipresent graffiti scrawlsâwere in Korean, and the few early morning pedestrians Bolan and Kissinger had driven past while approaching their staging position had been Korean, as well.
The population was continuing to grow and so it was no surprise that this rundown neighborhood of warehouses and loft buildings was slowly being converted into residential housing. Work crews were already out in full force across the alley, gutting the one-time shipping headquarters for a long-defunct furniture manufacturer so that it could be turned into an apartment complex. Bolan and Kissinger welcomed the noise and clouds of dust. They were being backed up by three DEA agents, but there were an estimated twelve Korean gang members holed up in the building they were about to raid: any diversion would help level the playing field once the action began.