Bolan awoke to find himself lying on an operating table
A pair of green eyes peered at him from over a hospital face mask. Kristen Kemp sewed the last stitches into his shoulder and said, âYouâve lost a lot of blood.â
âWhere are we?â he asked.
âIn my clinic.â
Bolan sat up and tried to collect his thoughts. âHow long was I out?â he asked.
âAbout an hour,â she said.
Bolan remained silent, contemplating the likelihood that theyâd been followed.
Kemp put her hands on Bolanâs shoulders and tried to get him to lie back down. âYou should rest.â
âWeâre not safe here,â Bolan said.
âGrassy Butte has two hundred and fifty people, and I know every last one of them. No oneâs going to harm us here,â she said as she covered his wounds with sterile bandages.
âWhatever you thought you knew about this place changed the moment we got shot at yesterday,â he told her. âSomething big is going on hereâand itâs damned dangerous.â
Before Kemp could respond, Bolan saw the shadow of a man holding what could only be a gun outlined in the window. He grabbed Kempâs shoulders and flipped her over him, as automatic gunfire tore through the walls of the clinic.
Hurling himself on top of her, Bolan had just one more question. âWhere are my weapons?â
Hesitation and half measures lose all in war.
âNapoleon Bonaparte
1769â1821 Napoleon I: Maxims of War
A threat against America is a threat against meâand I will not hesitate to take out all conspirators, with swiftness and finality.
âMack Bolan
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.
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Grassy Butte, North Dakota
Pam Bowman stared down at the dead Hereford calf at her feet and said, âThis is not good.â
âIt most certainly is not,â the man standing next to her confirmed.
He would know, Bowman thought. Though he was just the McKenzie County extension agent, Roger Grevoy had earned both an M.D. and a Ph.D. from Johns Hopkins, and had at one time been considered among the worldâs top researchers studying the pathology of communicable diseases. Grevoy had never discussed how heâd gone from holding a high-powered research job with the Pentagon to being a lowly county extension agent, but Bowman suspected it had something to do with the meetings he went to in the basement of the local Catholic church every Wednesday night. Whatever the reason, she was damned glad to have his help.
âIs it what I think it is?â Bowman asked.
âI wonât have the test results until tomorrow,â Grevoy said, âbut it looks like it might be. Iâve seen it before. Bovine spongiform encephalopathy. Mad cow disease.â
âHowâs that possible?â Bowman asked. âThis calf canât be but four months old. It takes years for an animal to die from BSE.â
âI know. I think weâre dealing with something weâve never seen before. And itâs extremely bad.â
âWeâd better start riding back to the truck if weâre going to get out of here before sunset,â Bowman said.
Grevoy packed his tissue samples in the dry-ice packs in his saddlebag and the pair mounted their horses. They had ridden nearly an hour to get to the infected herd and had about fifty minutes before the sun set. They had good horses, but even a healthy, strong horse would have a difficult time negotiating the North Dakota Badlands in the dark.
They hadnât ridden fifteen minutes before they heard the âwhoop-whoop-whoopâ of helicopter blades breaking the near silence that usually blanketed the rough country. On rare occasions one of the oil companies with wells in the Badlands would fly a helicopter out to a drill site, but not often because the bizarre rugged terrain of the area, with its deep crevasses and gullies carved out of the soft bentonite clay soil, offered few places to land a helicopter. Bowmanâs grandfather had once described the Badlands as âmountains that go down into the earth instead of up out of it.â