Assassin's Code

Assassin's Code
Don Pendleton

There's a brutal new player in the Middle East–a mysterious group of radicalized assassins unleashing havoc. When a U.S. envoy is slaughtered, Mack Bolan picks up the hunt in the Afghan mountains, the first leg of a mission to stem the flow of spilled blood across a shattered region…and the world.In a sophisticated undercover operation that spans the borderlands and urban battlefields of Iraq, Pakistan and India, Bolan and a handful of operatives attempt to do the impossible: find and terminate the revitalized Islamic murder cult. Reborn from an ancient sect, the group merges ancient terror with modern technology. As dealers of death for the hard line ruling Mullahs, the Council of Assassins plots a new global caliphate…with a calculated first strike aimed at the heart of the United States.

“Control, do you still have a fix on our position?”

The earpiece responded with an empty hiss. Bolan pulled the device from his ear. There was still the hope that even though he couldn’t communicate Keller could still track him.

Ous stood and steadied himself against a rock. “The gunfire from the top of the gorge has stopped.”

“They’ll be organizing a hunting party.”

“Do you think Saboor could convince our comrades to hunt me, much less the Mighty One?” Ous asked.

“No.” Bolan thought about Zurisaday’s mysterious bodyguards. “They’ll be bringing in ringers.”

Assassin’s Code

Mack Bolan

Don Pendleton

www.mirabooks.co.uk (http://www.mirabooks.co.uk)

I have to bring to your notice a terrifying reality: with the development of nuclear weapons Man has acquired, for the first time in history, the technical means to destroy the whole of civilization in a single act.

—Joseph Rotblat

1908–2005

A terrifying reality is how far bad people will go to bring about Armageddon. But a few good people stand ready to defend.

—Mack Bolan

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER ONE

Helmand Province, Islamic Republic of Afghanistan

“Good Luck, sir!” the driver called. Mack Bolan, aka the Executioner, nodded as he pulled his shemagh up over the bridge of his nose and his goggles down over his eyes. He shouldered his gear bag and stepped out of the Mine Resistant Ambush Protected armored vehicle—MRAP—and into the maelstrom. Except for the watering of the Helmand River, the province was arid and when the wind blew, the dust rose. The dust storm was in its second day, and it turned the world at noon into a howling, hissing peach-colored nightmare of wind and grit.