Don Pendleton - Blood Heat Zero

Здесь есть возможность читать онлайн «Don Pendleton - Blood Heat Zero» весь текст электронной книги совершенно бесплатно (целиком полную версию без сокращений). В некоторых случаях можно слушать аудио, скачать через торрент в формате fb2 и присутствует краткое содержание. Жанр: Боевик, на английском языке. Описание произведения, (предисловие) а так же отзывы посетителей доступны на портале библиотеки ЛибКат.

Blood Heat Zero: краткое содержание, описание и аннотация

Предлагаем к чтению аннотацию, описание, краткое содержание или предисловие (зависит от того, что написал сам автор книги «Blood Heat Zero»). Если вы не нашли необходимую информацию о книге — напишите в комментариях, мы постараемся отыскать её.

Mack Bolan, exhausted by the firestorm that is his life, decides to take a well-deserved R and R. But instead of some tropical resort, the Executioner plans to challenge natures whims in the depths of an Icelandic glacier.
On a perilous trip beneath the polar ice cap, he makes a discovery to startling it is tantamount to an act of war.
And the innocent vacation becomes a hunt — with Bolan as the prey.

Blood Heat Zero — читать онлайн бесплатно полную книгу (весь текст) целиком

Ниже представлен текст книги, разбитый по страницам. Система сохранения места последней прочитанной страницы, позволяет с удобством читать онлайн бесплатно книгу «Blood Heat Zero», без необходимости каждый раз заново искать на чём Вы остановились. Поставьте закладку, и сможете в любой момент перейти на страницу, на которой закончили чтение.

Тёмная тема
Сбросить

Интервал:

Закладка:

Сделать

The Russians working in the cavern fell into three categories. The majority perhaps twenty-five or thirty were evidently skilled construction men, hard-bitten, professional, experienced. They emerged from the shelter and fled at once down the stairway to restart work on the caisson, some operating compressors and pneumatic drills, others handling concrete mixers, but most of them around the rock face behind the lock gates.

Among them were half a dozen overseers. Equipped like the workers with steel mining helmets, they were distinguished by white oilskin slickers, white boots and black arm bands each with a red star.

The third party, again perhaps half a dozen men, were of an entirely different type tough, muscular, with bleak and ruthless expressions on their flat Slavic faces.

These were the guards. They wore jackboots over the same gray fatigues that Bolan knew so well, and each was armed with a Skorpion machine pistol.

They had nothing to do with the work in progress but maintained a constant patrol throughout the base.

Two went through to the smaller cave, another couple penetrated the maze of passageways between the basin and the mine shaft, one lounged on the quay, staring down at the laborers in the dry-dock. The last strode to the gallery on the far side from the control room.

"Low-grade KGB material," Bolan whispered. "Rank and file heavies, but dangerous and efficient. There'll be more of them up top."

The control room remained unoccupied. It was obviously designed to operate the whole complex when it was completed, but for the moment orders were transmitted through loudspeaker relays from the two guys in the armored hut at the entrance to the shelter.

For thirty minutes Bolan and the Icelander watched the activity on the rock face. The guard passed their hiding place three times, but he seemed more interested in the basin below than anything at gallery level.

When he reached the far side for the third time, Bolan raised his head cautiously and peered over the top of the nearest drum.

"The two dudes behind the steel shutter are looking the other way all the time," he said quietly. "Down into the chamber. The guard up here scrutinizes the cave with the slipway at the end of his promenade. Nobody uses the control room. What do those facts suggest to you?"

"We invade the control room," Bjornstrom replied, "when everybody's back is turned."

"Yeah. It'll save time when the next whistle blows plus we can probably wise ourselves up on the eventual operations technique, which should save time when we place the charges."

As soon as the guard turned his back and leaned over the rail again, Bolan and Bjornstrom crawled out from behind the drums, sped noiselessly to the control room and slipped inside.

On the floor, out of sight below the glass windows, Bolan stifled a gasp of astonishment when he saw the complexity of equipment in the small room.

Neatly labeled in Cyrillic lettering he saw multiple banks of switch gear and levers to operate the gates and dams of the lock, controls for the shaft and elevator, the generator turbines and all the pithead mechanism.

Plus radar installations, monitor screens, a data-bank terminal, the console for a massive computer and a complete radio transmitting and receiving deck. Above the benches, the wall glittered with dials.

"No problem putting this gear out of commission," Bolan said. "Three well-placed sticks would wreck all of it. But how long is it going to take them to replace it? I think they could be back where they are today by next spring, fully operative by summer. And that just isn't good enough. What we need is some structural damage, something to damage the whole damned base so completely that it can't be repaired at all."

"You mean like blowing a hole in the bottom of the fjord and letting all the water out?" Bjornstrom joked.

"Something like that. Destroying the shaft for a start. And if we could sabotage the entrance in some way."

"But we could!" Bjornstrom was excited. "Have you noticed the state of the rock when we came in?"

"Yeah, it was weathered to hell. Dangerous too, some of it rotted enough to crumble away in your hand."

"Something else besides. There is two hundred feet of cliff above the main entrance. This is one big weight to press down on an arch that does not even have a keystone."

"You mean?.." Bolan in turn looked excited.

"I mean there is already a cracking and a partial subsidence. One big slab of granite has slipped and jammed itself across a chimney in the rock face. While it is there, all remains firm. But if it was not there..." Bjornstrom paused and shook his head.

"How much would come down?"

"I am not a professional quarryman, but I think maybe one thousand, two thousand tons."

"Right into the channel leading to the cavern? You mean it could block or at least partly block the minisubs' entry?"

The Icelander nodded.

Bolan was jubilant. "And that damage they could never repair. They could never clear the passage again because it couldn't be done secretly the whole world would see what they were doing! Can we get to this slab unseen? Have we enough plastic to dislodge it?"

"We need to fracture only one corner, then it would move. After that, the weight of the rock will do the rest. But to be sure we would require maybe ten or twelve sticks."

"Okay. We'll place the others more carefully. And the access?"

"It is not difficult," Bjornstrom said. "A crevice not far above the ledge where we came in is near enough to the slab for the explosive to work. But it must be done while everyone is in the shelter because the crevice is inside the arch and the man putting it there can be visible to any person on the quay or in the gallery."

"No sweat," Bolan said. "If necessary we'll create a diversion!"

15

"You know the technique," Bolan said. "For each charge you take a watch, pry out the glass and drill a small hole in it. Then break off the minute and second hands and scrape the luminous paint off the hour hand so that the naked metal is exposed." Demonstrating with his knife blade, he continued, "Snap the glass back in place with the hole above the numeral 11 or 12 and incorporate the watchcase in a circuit including a battery and detonator. Solder the free end of your copper wire to one of the steel drawing pins and insert it through the hole. All you have to do then is push the detonator into the plastic, wind the watch and set the hour hand as far back as you need. That gives you a delay of anything from one to eleven hours." Bjornstrom nodded. "The watch ticks away. When the hour hand touches the shank of the pin, the circuit is completed... and up she goes!"

They made a production line out of it. Erika removed the watch glasses and handed them to Bjornstrom, who drilled the holes. Bolan doctored the watch hands. Then, while the two men wired up each watchcase in series with a battery and detonator, she "soldered" the free end of each circuit to a pin with superglue.

Bolan had made a list, allocating where each of the thirty-six sticks of C4 should be placed triple bundles for the elevator mechanism at the foot of the shaft and each of the three generators; doubles for the transformer and lock gates; and single sticks for the switchboard, the sluice controls and the most vulnerable installations operated from the control room.

Finally each charge was taped into a neat package with the watch on top ready for winding and setting.

The twelve packages were divided between the two neoprene sacks Bolan had salvaged from the kayak and an oiled silk pouch provided by Erika.

The Norwegian woman herself insisted that she accompany them into the secret base and help place the charges. At first Bolan objected but he was overruled by Bjornstrom.

Читать дальше
Тёмная тема
Сбросить

Интервал:

Закладка:

Сделать

Похожие книги на «Blood Heat Zero»

Представляем Вашему вниманию похожие книги на «Blood Heat Zero» списком для выбора. Мы отобрали схожую по названию и смыслу литературу в надежде предоставить читателям больше вариантов отыскать новые, интересные, ещё непрочитанные произведения.


Don Pendleton - Tiger War
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Death Squad
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Blood Testament
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Blood Sport
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Blood Dues
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Blood Play
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Death Minus Zero
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Blood Rites
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Blood Toll
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Zero Option
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Blood Tide
Don Pendleton
Don Pendleton - Blood Vendetta
Don Pendleton
Отзывы о книге «Blood Heat Zero»

Обсуждение, отзывы о книге «Blood Heat Zero» и просто собственные мнения читателей. Оставьте ваши комментарии, напишите, что Вы думаете о произведении, его смысле или главных героях. Укажите что конкретно понравилось, а что нет, и почему Вы так считаете.

x