Predator Paradise
SPOILS OF WARThe action smacks of black ops, but Mack Bolan is willing to deal himself into the game at Stony Man's bidding, riding shotgun with Cobra Force Twelve on a mission to round up the worst of the worst, from Africa through the Middle East. It is a quick and dirty sweep of the most wanted of global terror.But Bolan's gut tells him something is wrong from the start, and that Colonel Ben Collins and his force of hardcases are into more than American justice– something that smells like blood and betrayal. Playing it out long enough to separate the truth from the lies, the Stony warrior wades through the slaughter zones, hunting the enemy and watching his back. If some or all of Cobra Force turn out to be vicious, merciless predators hiding behind the Stars and Stripes, they'll learn the sword of justice cuts both ways.
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The Executioner took stock of the situation
He was under no grand illusions about their effort to strike back at terrorism, in this or any other mission. The new war had shifted tactics, going preemptive in world headlines, but it was still the same never-ending battle for the Executioner.
No matter how many they took out, it was a monumental task to expect even the most skilled and determined force to rid the planet of what the Administration tagged as evildoers. There would always be more terrorists when the sun rose the following day.
It never stopped for Bolan.
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Predator Paradise
Mack Bolan®
Don Pendleton
In the United States, we go to considerable trouble to keep soldiers out of politics, and even more to keep politics out of soldiers.
âBrigadier General S. B. Griffith II, USMC
Introduction to On Guerrilla Warfare
Mao Tse-tung, 1961
Powerful people in league with certain aspects of the military have the ability to move mountainsâor to unleash untold misery on humankind. Left unchecked, the butcherâs bill could be exorbitant. Can we afford the tab?
âMack Bolan
CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
Habir Dugula was no stranger to death. He knew there were many ways to die in his country, most of them brutal. Old age rarely claimed life in Somalia. The land itself could kill a man without water in a matter of hours.
The parched and unforgiving earth produced next to nothing to feed ten million hungry mouths. The countryâs famine, though, was no secret to Western relief workers, he knew, nor to the world at large for that matter, thanks to naive intrusion by CARE, UNICEF, the Red Cross and the United Nations, which seemed to take a morbid pride in denouncing his nation as a seething hotbed of outlaws, thieves and genocidal maniacs.
Starvation, so it was said, had laid waste to nearly a half-million Somalis in the past five years, another two million on the brink, if he was inclined to believe UN or Red Cross statistics. Those numbers, in his mind, were greatly exaggeratedâpropagandaâif only to give the West excuses to make incursions into his nation, strip him of power and return Somalia to the control of white colonial imperialists. It was true, however, that he was branded the Exterminator by the United Nations, the devils of the American media. To some extent he was responsible for the plight of the starving, at least in the area he controlled south of the city. He had his reasons, plus the blessing of God, to maintain a certain population control, and that was enough. First, they would want food, then, bellies full, education would be the next demand, minds alive and seething soon enough with what they perceived a monstrous injustice perpetrated on them by him. With the power of knowledge there was little doubt an uprising was sure to find its way to his front door.
Not if he could help it.
There would always be too many hungry mouths to feed, he knew, always the poor and the needy who would fall by the wayside, and he didnât intend to let the great unwashed, the weak and the vanquished weigh him down, hold him back from climbing the next rung up the ladder of power and glory. As long as he didnât have to look at the dying masses on his doorstep, there was no point burdening himself with guilt. Sentiment was weakness.
Then there was civil war, consuming another half-million or so lives in the past decade, what with roughly five hundred clans divided into twenty-six main factions, all of them heavily armed, shooting up one another in a running bloodbath that saw no end in sight. There was widespread disease, savaging mostly the children, but again, if he didnât have to see itâ¦
Why bother, he decided, to attempt to search for reason when madness and the law of the gun ruled his country? How could a man show mercy to even the poor and the needy when his own survival was always in question? As leader of his clan, there was a bottom line, deemed by him every bit as important as seeing the next sunrise. If death, war, famine and pestilence appeared destined to push millions of Somalis to the edge of the abyss, the least he could do for himselfâand the continued survival of his clanâwas to profit from the madness somehow. Even in the hell that was his country, cash was still king.
