“THIS IS A TRAP!”
“Yeah, I know,” Lyons growled, slipping a hand inside
his windbreaker to loosen the Colt Python in his
shoulder holster. “I just spotted it a second ago.”
The other men needed no further encouragement
to get their own weapons ready for combat, and
the van was filled with the soft metallic clicks of
working arming bolts and safeties disengaging.
Every car in the parking lot was dusty and badly
needed to be washed, as if they had been there
for days without moving. This was exactly the sort
of detail that a street cop looked for to spot an
abandoned vehicle parked along a busy downtown
street. Now a grieving family might leave a car here
for a few hours, or even overnight, but certainly no
longer than that, and not ten of them. That was way
beyond the limits of probability. These cars were
merely window decorations to make the place look
more inviting and less empty. Which meant the
entire cemetery was a trap. But was it for them or
somebody else? Did the enemy know Able Team had
arrived, or were they still waiting for a target? Only
one way to find out, and that was to go ask them,
face-to-face.
The soft recon had just gone hard.
Available August 10th, 2010, wherever books are sold.
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