mack bolan, the invisible assassins

Bolan thrust himself onto the roof of the speeding "bullet" train "Hey, Tanaga!" Bolan yelled into the wind. "It's you and me—" Suddenly Tanaga's partner came hurtling toward The Executioner in a low kamikaze dive. Bolan remained in a crouch, and supporting himself with his arms, swung both legs out in a scissor kick. He wrapped his legs around the oncoming ninja's neck, then closed them in a viselike grip. The assassin's neck twisted and snapped. His limp body slithered along the roof and fell into the slipstream. Bolan watched as his assailant hit the track in an explosion of skullbone and brain Also available from Gold Eagle Books, publishers of the Executioner series: Mack Bolan's ABLE TEAM #1 Tower of Terror #2 The Hostaged Island #3 Texas Showdown #4 Amazon Slaughter Mack Bolan's PHOENIX FORCE #1 Argentine Deadline #2 Guerilla Games #3 Atlantic Scramble [...]... breakfast The door to Garfield's office was open The duplicate keys to Shinoda's apartment were lying on the desk, alongside the half dozen prints they had found The couch along the far wall looked inviting, but there was no point in sacking out; Brognola and the others would be here shortly And, Bolan hoped, they would bring some answers with them Steve Corbett was working in the cluttered laboratory at the. .. should be sitting The windshield shattered into myriad cracks from the impact of the 9mm bullet The car veered to the left Bolan dived the other way It was too late to roll completely clear The rubberized edge of the right front fender clipped his calf in midair and sent Bolan sprawling As he smashed onto the street, the pistol spun from his numb fingers and slid across the pavement The driver had anticipated... could see clearly; now there was only one figure out there Prone! Their subject was lying face-down on the sidewalk "They've got him!" Drawing his Beretta, Bolan ran for the stairs and descended them two at a time He had no idea who "they" were, or how they had made the hit in the middle of an empty street But he reviewed all the possibilities as, gun in hand, he raced across the intersection and up... up here, give him the address Tell them to follow me!" 4 THERE WAS NO COP standing guard outside the door when Bolan got there All the experts had gone back to their offices or back to bed It was quiet inside the apartment Streaks of hazy dawn light filtered through the roughweave curtains, which Bolan drew open There was little sign that a team of specialists had given the place the once-over, except... boss the guided tour "I guess whoever they were knew what they were after." Yeah, thought Bolan, but did they find it? "That desk over there has been searched And the filing cabinet has been rifled," Hennessy pointed out, "and if you'll come through here on the right yes, in there See, he'd converted the second bathroom into a darkroom." A police photographer took a final wide-angle shot of the. .. Garfield returned to the lounge, the detective there came to speak to them "This might sound crazy, because nobody passed us on the way up and there was a squad car outside, but I have the feeling we might have disturbed whoever was in here." "Oh?" Garfield looked at him with interest "What makes you think that?" "The guy who just left said the top two drawers of the desk weren't touched The intruder might... wrenched the wheel over to propel the firebird onto the sidewalk Bolan had caught the fleeting impression of a face: lips curled in a victorious sneer, eyes just slits of hatred The driver was going to take them all out No witnesses The car bounced over the outstretched legs of Shinoda's corpse Marten had turned and taken two last paces but there was nowhere for him to run The black monster slammed into the. .. as the young doctor's There was something else the young agent had said "I read the transcript " Hell, a transcript did not show the inflection, mood, intention in a man's voice Shinoda may indeed have been receiving instructions for a meeting, but on the other hand the caller might have repeated an order that in fact Shinoda had given them Shinoda himself might have been dictating the time of the. .. of the men stood a head taller than the others; he had the build of a wrestler, and there was something odd about his left hand In most of the shots he appeared to be listening or talking to a younger guy wearing glasses Bolan was not sure, but there was something about his haircut and the fit of his clothes that suggested the other man was a well-heeled American rather than a native Japanese Bolan inspected... Japanese Bolan inspected one particular picture under the glass The big fellow had his left hand on the visitor's shoulder It looked as if the top of his little finger was missing These contacts could be rephotographed and enlarged All the details would show up nicely then A siren wailed in the distance Must he Garfield coming on the run The third older man in the photographs with a dapper, studious look could . unremitting courage. The source of that courage, my friends, is simply the need, the desire, the hunger to do what is right. Mack Bolan, The Executioner (from his speech at the leaders'. sitting. The windshield shattered into myriad cracks from the impact of the 9mm bullet. The car veered to the left. Bolan dived the other way. It was too late to roll completely clear. The rubberized. him. Bolan made another slow sweep along the wall. About two-thirds of the way down the block, one of the street lamps was out. It left a long gap of inky shadow in the otherwise garishly lighted