False Front. Don Pendleton

tion>

      

      The Executioner stared into the man’s eyes

      “You aren’t a Tiger. Who are you working for?”

      An evil smile curled the lips of the man on the ground. “You will never know,” he spit.

      “What have you got planned for America?” Bolan asked. He could see that the man’s time was growing short. He’d bleed out in a few minutes. “What’s Subing going to pull off in the States?”

      “That…I will…you,” the dying terrorist said, “because you…will never find him in time.” He paused, then breathed out one faint and final word. “Nuke.”

      Charlie Latham looked at Bolan. “Oh, hell.”

      Other titles available in this series:

      Deadfall

      Onslaught

      Battle Force

      Rampage

      Takedown

      Death’s Head

      Hellground

      Inferno

      Ambush

      Blood Strike

      Killpoint

      Vendetta

      Stalk Line

      Omega Game

      Shock Tactic

      Showdown

      Precision Kill

      Jungle Law

      Dead Center

      Tooth and Claw

      Thermal Strike

      Day of the Vulture

      Flames of Wrath

      High Aggression

      Code of Bushido

      Terror Spin

      Judgment in Stone

      Rage for Justice

      Rebels and Hostiles

      Ultimate Game

      Blood Feud

      Renegade Force

      Retribution

      Initiation

      Cloud of Death

      Termination Point

      Hellfire Strike

      Code of Conflict

      Vengeance

      Executive Action

      Killsport

      Conflagration

      Storm Front

      War Season

      Evil Alliance

      Scorched Earth

      Deception

      Destiny’s 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

      Stolen Arrows

      Zero Option

      Predator Paradise

      Circle of Deception

      Devil’s Bargain

      False Front

       Mack Bolan®

      Don Pendleton

      Whatever deceives seems to exercise a kind of magical enchantment.

      —Plato,

      The Republic, III, c.350 B.C.

      There are two kinds of evil in this world—the kind that’s planned, reveled in and enjoyed, and the kind to which men who are otherwise good fall prey during weak moments. Many have been the victim of the latter. My mission is to obliterate the former.

      —Mack 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

      PROLOGUE

      The smell was what he noticed first, a blend of old and new. At one time there had been cattle in the building and the scent of manure still lingered. Hay had been stored in the second-floor loft but it had molded away, leaving only its stench.

      The scents of rotted wood and unwashed human bodies, however, were current. Old and new, the numerous odors combined to produce a smell far more nauseating than any one could have generated by itself and, as he stepped into the barn, the foul mixture hit Candido Subing like a baseball bat between the eyes.

      Subing stopped just inside the door. One odor was separate from the others and seemed to rise alone above them. And it filled the air like a hanging corpse.

      Fear.

      Subing had caught the man following him off guard with his sudden stop and his fellow freedom fighter slammed into his back, the hard lens of the video camera the man carried cracking into his spine. Subing sent an angry glance over his shoulder, then turned his attention back to the six hostages huddled in