Full Blast. Don Pendleton

too far. His time in Iraq had come to an end. If he wanted to stay alive he would have to put himself into exile, hopefully able to return when the opportunity arose.

      Now that opportunity had presented itself. Basur had taken the gamble and returned to Iraq.

      Gardener was showing his flag. Determined to make his own stand. He had gathered his people and drawn his battle plan.

      The line had been drawn in the sand, and there was no stepping back from it.

      Gardener had the military know-how. The ear of like-minded men. He also had a vast conglomerate behind him, a worldwide business empire that had influence in numerous countries. Gardener Global was a powerful weapon in any sense of the word.

      Ralph Justin was the political weapon, his knowledge invaluable. Within the Washington corridors of power, he held an enviable position. He could sway opinion with ease. His persuasive skills were what legends were made of. Justin knew he was playing for high stakes this time. The rewards made the risks acceptable.

      The CIA had information channels covering the globe. Rod McAdam’s covert team, run virtually as a separate unit within the organization, gave Gardener access to data and locations he would otherwise have been denied. The CIA man, of them all, was less driven by national loyalty and more by what he was going to gain financially. Chase Gardener was aware of that, and he kept a close eye on McAdam while using everything the man had to offer. McAdam’s information about the President’s visit to Bucklow had been a prize worth having.

      GARDENER TOOK a phone call from Renelli.

      “Those Justice guys are heading for Leverton. They were followed to a private airstrip where they had an executive Beechcraft waiting. Our boys did some checking. The pilot filed a flight plan for Arizona.”

      “That pair is nothing but busy,” Gardener said. “You know what to do, Renelli. I don’t want them poking around at the base. Keep them away. If you have to make them get lost, then do it.”

      “I’ll set it up, sir.”

      “Do it quickly. I’m starting to get disturbed by these men and their nosing into our business.”

      “Consider it done.”

      Gardener banged down the phone and sat drumming his fingers on the polished top of his desk, trying to keep his mind on matters closer to hand. The soft tread of approaching footsteps made him look up.

      Ralph Justin stood a few feet away, an inquisitive expression in his eyes.

      “Not bad news, I hope.”

      Gardener shook his head. “More of an irritant. That was Renelli. It seems our men from Justice have decided to take a trip to Arizona. They’re starting to annoy me, Ralph.”

      “Understandably at this stage. I assume you have the matter in hand?”

      “Very much so. Fort Leverton is way out in the middle of nowhere, so we can keep matters out of the news.”

      “Isn’t there a town nearby?”

      “That’s correct. Leverton. It’s where the base got its name. The town is small. Isolated. No local law. Just a spot on the map. If needed, my people could keep the place closed up. No one in, no one out.”

      “Maybe I shouldn’t be listening to this, Chase. It sounds distinctly unlawful.”

      Gardener grinned, raising his glass. “Hell, Ralph, it damn well should sound unlawful. Do you think I’m about to lose sleep over those damn Justice snoopers?”

      The senator didn’t have to even consider his reply. “The thought never crossed my mind, Chase. Not for a second.”

      “Taking the President of the United States hostage is going to overshadow anything we do to a couple of government agents.”

      “Looking at it from that angle, I have to agree.”

      Justin moved away to rejoin the main group, leaving Gardener alone at his desk. It gave him the chance to consider what was coming. Events were about to take place that would, if it all went to plan, change the face of America. Gardener had to accept that it was a massive challenge. A necessary one, because the way things were going now, the U.S.A. was slowly disintegrating. Future generations deserved better, and if they were going to benefit from America’s potential, then getting the country back on track had to be done now. Leaving it would only allow their enemies to gain ground. Once the grip was loosened, it was only too easy for the power to shift. Chase Gardener had too much faith to let that happen. As long as there was the slightest chance he could do something to steer the country back on its righteous road, then he would take it, and to hell with those who didn’t like it.