Blood Play
When Intelligence sources link two suspicious deaths in New Mexico with a move by the Russian mafiya to infiltrate the Native American casinos, the national security risk runs dangerously deep. Control of this resort area guarantees possession of the tribal reservations' nuclear waste plant.Now the mob's primary objective is under way: processing plutonium for nuclear warheads in America's own backyard. Mack Bolan is on the move with members of the Stony Man commando teams, locked in the crosshairs of the Russian gangsters and racing against time and the odds. This treacherous field operation involves kidnapping, murder, classified secrets and a killing spree that won't end until Bolan claims victory–or forfeits his final fight to death.
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âIncoming!â Kissinger shouted.
Grimaldi eased off the accelerator, falling back a few yards. Behind him Bolan powered down his window and leaned out, rattling off a diversionary burst. The ploy worked. The Stony Man warriors heard the faint throttle of the AK-47, but the rounds flew wide of their mark.
Kissinger had ducked below the dash, but righted himself, clutching his pistol, his eyes fixed on the rear of the panel truck in front of them.
âLooks like the guyâs reloading,â Grimaldi warned, putting the pedal to the metal. âHang on. Iâm going to ram them!â The Stony Man pilot was executing a last-ditch play. If they didnât stop the truck, Franklin Colt was as good as dead.
When a friend is in trouble, donât annoy him by asking if there is anything you can do. Think up something appropriate and do it.
âEdgar Watson Howe
1853â1937
Whatâs appropriate is direct action against perpetrators who commit atrocities for their own profit. Law-abiding people have no chance against these predators. Thatâs where I come in.
âMack 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
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CHAPTER FORTY
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
Taos, New Mexico
Walter Upshaw stared noncommitally at the elaborate architectural drawings laid out on the table of his modest two-bedroom home. It was situated atop Pueblo Peak, which afforded a panoramic view of the one-hundred-thousand-acre tribal reservation he helped administer as seven-time president of the Taos Pueblo Governing Council. One set of drawings illustrated a proposed sixty-thousand-square-foot casino with an attached four-story, four-hundred-room hotel. Another rendering transposed the designated site for the gaming facility onto a topographical map that included several circled areas set deep in the Taos Mountains. There were no markings to explain the intended use of the latter areas, but Upshaw knew they indicated long-abandoned uranium mines. Resting next to the topo map was a manila file filled with documentation as to various means by which to carry on an environmental cleanup of the sites.
âYouâve certainly put a lot of effort into this presentation,â Upshaw finally told the two men whoâd made the arduous four-mile drive up a winding mountain road to confer with the tribal leader. Heâd already met Freddy McHale, a bald, barrel-chested man of roughly the same age, several times during the past few months. McHaleâs colleague, a younger, rusty-haired man whoâd been introduced as Pete Trammell, was noticeably shorter than his companion and had said only a few words since Upshaw had invited them into his house. McHale, on behalf of Global Holdings Corporation, ran the gambling operations at the Roaming Bison Casino, a co-venture with the Rosqui Tribal Council located an hourâs drive south of Taos on the outskirts of Santa Fe. McHale had told Upshaw that Trammell was GHCâs Ancillary Project Manager. The widowed tribal leader hadnât bothered to ask for a translation as to what such a job might entail.
McHale smiled amicably. âI know weâve already hashed out most of this a few times and gone over some crude drawings,â he said, his voice tinged with what seemed to Upshaw more of an Eastern European accent than the Irish brogue his name would suggest. âBut I thought maybe if you had a clearer picture of what we had in mind youâd see this as a win-win deal. Weâre not only offering you a way to increase your puebloâs per capita income by at least a hundred percent, weâre also committed to cleaning up uranium sites that, if they existed outside the reservation, would likely be declared EPA supersites due to the risk of toxic exposure.â
âI canât help thinking there has to be some kind of ulterior motive on your part,â Upshaw replied. âAll this altruism about cleaning up the uranium sites⦠Iâm sorry, but something about it doesnât ring true.â
âItâs not just altruism,â McHale explained. âAs you know, we donât just run the casino at Rosqui, weâre also in charge of the nuclear waste site there. We have a sound track record on that front, and itâd be easy enough for us to secure funding to add facilities for dealing with your uranium.â
âItâs business,â Trammell piped in.
âAnd a successful one,â McHale went on. âIf you donât believe us, ask any of your colleagues at Rosqui. They get a cut of both ventures, just as you would here.â
