Silent Running
DAMAGE CONTROLCoordinated strikes have begun against the governments of major Latin American countries. Simultaneously, Mexico City as well as key cities along the U.S. border from Miami to Los Angeles are being overrun in a massive incursion. To ensure the success of his revolution to seize control of Latin America, mastermind Diego Garcia has captured thousands of civilians to use as human shields at his Mexican stronghold.Against the background of pending national turmoil, Mack Bolan's job appears simple: rescue key Western lawmakers being held hostage and remove innocents from the line of fire. But as blood and violence reshape the geopolitical landscape, the mission soon becomes a determined fight for America's freedom.
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He had to trust Doug Rawlingsâs judgment
No matter what the odds, no matter what the defenses, the sub skipper had to get in close enough to his target to loose his weapons and kill. With that mind-set, he was predisposed to look for counterattack options.
âWhat if he has an actual hot weapon on board?â Rawlings asked Brognola. âAlong with the nuclear waste we know he had, maybe he has some kind of nuclear device, as well.â
âOh, my God!â
âThatâs one threat,â the captain continued, âthat weâve never had a defense againstâa nuke detonating in a harbor. If I was in Garciaâs situation, thatâs what Iâd do. And Miami is the perfect place.â
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High Aggression
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Terror Spin
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Blood Feud
Renegade Force
Retribution
Initiation
Cloud of Death
Termination Point
Hellfire Strike
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Vengeance
Executive Action
Killsport
Conflagration
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War Season
Evil Alliance
Scorched Earth
Deception
Destinyâs Hour
Power of the Lance
A Dying Evil
Deep Treachery
War Load
Sworn Enemies
Dark Truth
Breakaway
Blood and Sand
Caged
Sleepers
Strike and Retrieve
Age of War
Line of Control
Breached
Retaliation
Pressure Point
Silent Running
Mack Bolan®
Don Pendleton
Revolutions are not made; they come.
âWendell Phillips
1811â1884
When a peopleâs revolution is helped along by external forces, thereâs always an ulterior motive, strings attached. When the ârevolutionâ is a cover for vengeance, the strings have to be cut and the puppet master taken down.
âMack Bolan
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
Cancun, Mexico
The famed âStripâ of the Mexican resort town of Cancun looked more or less like any other overly developed tourist trap anywhere in a tropical paradise. An eight-mile-long row of expensive hotels complete with tennis courts, well-tended gardens, towering royal palms, spacious pools and cabanas flanked one another along a perfect beach. Interspaced with the hotels were concrete, chrome-and-glass shopping malls, exclusive boutiques, world-class restaurants, glittering nightclubs and twenty-four-hour tequila bars. A brightly lit four-lane boulevard crowded with freshly washed cabs and colorful jitneys ferried the fun-seeking vacationers from one destination to the next.
The Hotel Maya wasnât the tallest building in the lineup, but it was easily the most impressive. From the outside, the hotel attempted to replicate the design of an ancient Mayan stepped pyramid as could be found at several of the neighboring Yucatan archaeological sites. If, that was, the Mayans had been able to build an eighteen-story pyramid in sand-colored concrete with bronze-tinted windows. Even a hardened pragmatist like Hal Brognola had to admit that it was impressive.
It was a warm, sultry evening, and the big Fed was standing on the balcony of his tenth-floor room of the Hotel Maya looking out over the Caribbean as a brightly lit cruise ship sailed out of the port. A raucous pool party fueled by Happy Hour drinks was in full swing around the pools in the courtyard below, and the live music was close to deafening. So far he hadnât spotted any young buxom women frolicking sans their bikini tops, but the sun had just gone down, so the night was young. A few barrels of cheap tequila later and the place would really start to rock.
This wasnât quite Brognolaâs usual environment. But he was in Cancun on business and had to admit that this faux pyramid beat the hell out of the normal venue for the biannual meeting of the Organization of Justice Departments of the Americas. Usually the international group met in far less spectacular surroundings noted mostly for their rubber chicken dinners and the Gideon bibles in every nightstand. He suspected that his friend Hector de Lorenzo, Mexicoâs attorney general, had a personal stake in the resort to have been able to reserve this swanky place for the week-long conference. With the attendeesâ tabs all being paid with the public dime, though, the hotel certainly wasnât going to suffer any loss of revenue with this crowd.
Plus, with everyone at the conference being either a police officer or justice department official, the staff wouldnât have to go far to call the cops if things got out of hand. Which he knew they would again this evening before much longer. There was nothing like turning a bunch of cops, lawyers and judges loose in a place like this courtesy of the public coffers. Most of the young women heâd spotted so far looked to be working girls instead of the usual mix of coeds and thrill-seeking, young urban professionals who came to try their luck in Cancun. Since there wasnât a dog among them, he figured theyâd been flown in specifically to service the event. Again, he saw de Lorenzoâs deft touch at work.
