The Executioner slowed and looked back at the American
Kinshasa might be boiling with political intrigue,
but something Bolan had seen or heard in the CIA
observation room had put him on edge.
The instant he stepped outside the gate, Bolan
knew what it was. No fewer than three different
factions watched the front of the embassy. By
entering and leaving so openly he had become a
Quinn had let him become a new pawn in a game
of political intrigue that he neither wanted nor had
the time to deal with.
Bolan was diving for cover when the first bullet
tried to find a home in his flesh. He rolled behind
a burned-out car and came to his knees, reaching
for his pistol. He scanned the area where the shots
must have come from, but saw nothing. A quick
glance in the direction of the embassy showed the
marines were alert but not willing to come out to
The Executioner was on his own. As usual.
Look for Fire Zone wherever books are sold, October 13, 2009.