Patriot Acts. Don Pendleton
Rose Initiative will kill me!” Dozier cried.
“Someone should,” Bolan said. He closed and locked the door behind him.
Brognola would have someone take care of the venomous thug.
ALLISON CALLAHAN WAS a classically beautiful woman. She had thick, lustrous strawberry-blond hair and a curvaceous figure, and Bolan could see a keen, calculating intellect behind her sparkling hazel eyes. She examined Bolan as if he were a slide subject under a microscope. She held out her hand and he took it. Her grip was firm.
It made sense. As a forensic scientist, Callahan had developed a handshake that was cop-proof. She had to have expected Bolan to come forward with a knuckle-grinding grasp. Her smile was all the evidence the Executioner needed to ascertain the truth of his suspicion.
“You must be Agent Matt Cooper,” Callahan said. She eyed his knuckles. “Been having a rough day.”
“Chasing down the thugs who attacked the crime lab,” Bolan said.
Callahan looked him in the eyes. She wasn’t convinced by Bolan’s explanation. The bruises on his strong, callused hands were too livid to be anything other than fresh.
“Having a talk with one of them,” Bolan added.
Callahan nodded. “He most likely deserved everything you gave him.”
“He’ll be regretting his decision for a while,” Bolan said.
She looked questioningly at him, but the Executioner’s cold gaze informed her that the subject was closed.
“What have you got for me on the three you got to see?” Bolan asked.
“We’re running checks on them now,” Callahan stated. “The coroner examined their stomach contents, thinking we could narrow down where they were before they launched the raid.”
“Any luck with that?” Bolan asked.
“I was going down to trace to check it out. Feel up to looking through vomit?” Callahan asked.
Bolan shrugged. “I’ve done worse.”
The corner of Callahan’s mouth rose slightly. Bolan could tell she was feeling him out, to see if he was worth working with. He knew that too often, when a cop was hooked up with a federal agent, there was a quick contest of wills.
Sifting through the partially digested last meals of three men he’d killed was undoubtedly a test of Bolan’s mettle.
As they entered the trace lab, Bolan looked at the three pans filled with bile and chunks of food. Callahan handed Bolan a box of latex gloves, and he donned a pair.
“Looks like Mexican food at first blush,” Bolan said. He leaned forward and took a whiff of the contents of one tray. “Hard to pin down the exact kind, though. The stomach acid’s altered the smell. Might be El Salvadoran or even something farther south.”
Callahan nodded in approval. “Some of the spices we’ve found are indicative of Honduran cuisine. It narrows things down significantly, as the Honduran community is fairly compact.”
Bolan took his note with the hotel listing given to him by Dozier and compared it with a map that Callahan had placed on the light table. “This last known address also fits with the area. We might not have an exact restaurant, but we do have someplace to look.”
“I’ve also had some of the other crime-lab staff go over the tires of the vehicle left in the alley. We’ve got soil samples, and signs of fresh tar in some of the treads,” Callahan added.
“Repaving? Or was it just loose pellets dropped in a pothole that didn’t melt together?” Bolan inquired.
Callahan’s smile widened. “So the super Fed knows his way around an investigation.”
“Not my specialty, but observation has always been a skill of mine,” Bolan answered. “I pass your test?”
Callahan nodded. “Yeah. You’re in my cool book. And yes, unlike most people, I really do have a book of cool people.”
Bolan nodded. “Thanks for the heads-up. I’ll take a trip over to the neighborhood and see if anything’s popped up.”
“By yourself?” Callahan asked.
Bolan nodded.
“You’ll at least need backup,” Callahan offered.
“Jo Wolfe got shot today hanging out too close to me,” Bolan countered. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back. I want to see if you manage to pick up anything else about these men.”
Callahan looked skeptical.
“These men were part of a supposedly top-secret project. Look close to see if they have any special immunizations or radioactive trace elements in their bloodstream,” Bolan said. “The sooner I spread this investigation out of the Los Angeles area, the better chance I have of finding out where my quarry’s off to.”
“The Hondurans aren’t going to just roll over for you,” Callahan warned.
Bolan wasn’t fazed. “By the time I’m finished with them, they’ll come to heel.”
COLONEL JACOB WEIST LOWERED his binoculars, then glanced over to Richards and Costell.
“You mean to tell me that we’re going to break into one of the most highly defended installations in this country and fly out with advanced, high-tech helicopters?” Weist asked.
Richards nodded. “Pretty much.”
Weist grinned and scanned the horizon. “The base layout is fairly generic. We could make the most effective equipment retrieval with a Delta Seven assault pattern, given the troops I have with me.”
Richards agreed with a slight grunt. “That’s what I was figuring too.”
Weist let the binoculars hang on their strap. “I can’t believe the Initiative tried to make you into a scapegoat.”
“It’s not so much that,” Richards replied. “I’ve been looking online, and the blame seems to be resting on our fellow true believers. The cover story for my op was changed, and now the last people in America who actually remember her purity and ideals are coming under blame for my so-called terrorist attack on Los Angeles.”
“They tried to kill you, though,” Weist said.
“No, they noticed that Cam was no longer under their chemical leash when he reported to his liaison,” Costell said. “With those drugs still running in our system, we wouldn’t think to look if the right people were taking the blame for the death of that anti-American Arab.”
Weist shook his head. “I knew it was too much of a good thing to be paid by the government to fight the important battles.”
“I’m just glad we pulled you off of your coyote patrol,” Richards noted. “We need good men. All the good we can find.”
“You have us,” Weist responded. “We can stem the tide of illegals across our border anytime. But when our own leadership betrays us…”
Weist grimaced. “I can barely believe it. But ever since we stopped taking our vitamins, you’re right. Everything is clearer. I’m no longer in the same haze I used to be.”
“You’re asking questions,” Richards explained. “The pills, they nullified our ability to reason, without hindering our tactical abilities.”
Weist’s eyes narrowed. “We can use the advanced X-birds in that facility to give us all the advantage we need against our enemies.”
“We’re not going to run,” Richards said. “We’re going to take the fight to them. But if we take down the Rose Initiative and the traitors they prop up, then we’re leaving our nation open to our enemies.”
Weist looked askance.