Blind Justice
An undercover Seattle cop is in hot water after discovering that a U.S. senator and a Russian mob boss are in business together. But with his fellow officers on the senator's payroll, the detective has no one to trust and nowhere to hide–until he runs into Mack Bolan.While fleeing dirty cops who want to silence him, the police officer is nearly hit by Bolan's SUV. The desperate detective is shot and collapses. Bolan rescues the injured man and takes up his fight. But the killers are relentless and the warrior may be too late to save the two people who can tell him where the evidence has been hidden: the officer's wife and young son. Fired on at each turn and with the body count growing, the Executioner knows he must stop the corruption at the source–before more innocent lives are lost.
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An undercover Seattle cop is in hot water after discovering that a U.S. senator and a Russian mob boss are in business together. But with his fellow officers on the senatorâs payroll, the detective has no one to trust and nowhere to hideâuntil he runs into Mack Bolan.
While fleeing dirty cops who want to silence him, the police officer is nearly hit by Bolanâs SUV. The desperate detective is shot and collapses. Bolan rescues the injured man and takes up his fight. But the killers are relentless and the warrior may be too late to save the two people who can tell him where the evidence has been hidden: the officerâs wife and young son. Fired on at each turn and with the body count growing, the Executioner knows he must stop the corruption at the sourceâbefore more innocent lives are lost.
Slugs slapped the ground around Bolan
He kept moving, increasing his pace. Bullets zipped into the grass behind him, a couple even closer than the first volleyâand then he was surrounded by trees. The trunks and low branches shielded him as shots slammed into the timber, chewing bark and ripping at the foliage.
Overhead, the dark bulk of the hovering helicopter appeared. The men on the ground were waving it away, but the pilot ignored their pleas.
Bolan shouldered the MP-5, tracked the ground team and gave them a couple of short burstsâtwo went down, three others scattered.
As the chopper swung in toward the edge of the forest, Bolan edged around a tree, steadied his aim and let go with a long burst, concentrating on the helicopterâs engine. The rounds hammered at the aluminum panels, punching ragged holes in the metal, as the Executioner held his finger on the trigger and cleared the magazine.
The chopperâs power faltered, the smooth beating becoming ragged.
Bolan turned and ran deeper into the forest. The advantage was his, but he knew it wouldnât last. There were still the surviving members of the ground team, plus however many had been in the helicopterâan unknown figure at the moment.
The Executioner had a feeling that wouldnât remain a mystery for long.
Game on.
The moral arc of the universe bends at the elbow of justice.
âMartin Luther King, Jr. 1929â1968
Without justice, this world would be lost. And when law and order is unable to establish it, I will be there to fight for those who have been wronged. Injustice will never go unpunished on my watch.
âMack 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 nameâSergeant Mercy. He was so tagged because of the compassion he showed to wounded comrades-in-arms and Vietnamese civilians.
Mack Bolanâs 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 societyâs every rule. That same society started gunning for this elusive warriorâto 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 alliesâAble Team and Phoenix Forceâwaged 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 âarmâs-lengthâ alliance with his government once more, reserving the right to pursue personal missions in his Everlasting War.
Special thanks and acknowledgment to Mike Linaker for his contribution to this work.
Contents
Chapter 1
Seattle, Washington
âOkay, I know we canât kill him,â Ken Brenner said. âDoesnât mean we canât make the bastard suffer. Put a bullet in him to slow him down. Heâs got something the senator wants and Kendal is a mean son of a bitch to say no to.â
âYeah? You know what pisses me off? That hard-faced mother he keeps at his side all the time. Stone.â Steve Dunn hawked and spat with deliberate force. âFollows Kendal around like a fuckinâ guard dog.â
âWell, thatâs what he is. Senator Kendalâs pet rottweiler.â
Dunn folded his arms across his chest, hunching his shoulders against the chill rain sweeping in across the city. He was cold and he was wet, despite the supposed all-weather coat he was wearing. They had been waiting for almost an hour, watching the seedy hotel where their quarry was said to be staying. Brennerâs informants had come up with the location earlier that afternoon, so he and Dunn had staked out the place and were waiting for their man to show.
