Don Pendleton - Tennessee Smash

"Bottom line, Hal."

The chief fed sighed. "Hear it out. Don't jump at me. I've, uh, again been authorized to make you an offer. It includes full, official forgiveness and total remission of sins. And a freehand."

"How free?"

"As free as it can get under our form of government. You'll report directly to the National Security Council. You will-"

"That's no good, Hal. Sorry."

"I asked you to hear me out, dammit. I report to the NSC, you know. What that means, bottom line, is that I report to the President. Okay. Unruffle a bit. What it boils down to is a new chair at NSC. That new chair is your chair if you want it."

"I'd make a lousy bureaucrat."

"So do I. So what? I don't play their damn games, do I?"

Bolan chuckled. "What's the name of that chair?"

Brognola hesitated a moment for a bit of dramatic play, then replied sotto vase, "Sensitive Operations."

It was Bolan's turn to hesitate, but not from any dramatic considerations. He said, "SOG Chief, eh?"

"You've got it. But it's a brand new chair with its own authority. Equal to mine. What d'you say?"

"I say it sounds interesting. If everything you've said is true."

"I wouldn't shit you, guy."

No, Bolan did not believe that he would. He said, "Let me think it some."

"You would undergo an entire alteration of identity. But that should be a snap for you. And we've got the most bewildering damned problems facing us. We need-you're the man-I don't know anyone else could fill the job. And think of the positives. It would get what's left of the Mob off your ass. Not to mention a million or so cops."

"What kind of problems?"

"Huh?"

"You said bewildering problems."

"Oh, hell. Pick them from the hat. International terrorism, for one. Political intrigues in emerging nations-there's one that can spread to infinity. Sensitive military operations. Special diplomatic missions. You'd get the full territory."

"I couldn't sit at a desk, Hal."

"You won't have a desk, buddy."

"I'd have to pick my own key people." "Naturally."

"You think the Mob is about finished, eh?"

Brognola squeezed his neck as he replied, "More or less, yeah. We'd expect you to, uh, keep on top of any resurrections in that area, of course. And, look, you're going to find echoes of the Mob in everything you touch. It's the same war, guy, the same kind of enemy. You haven't been fighting people, you know. You've been fighting a condition."

Yeah, Bolan knew that. He said, "Let me think it, Hal."

The fed shoved a thin briefcase at him. "The particulars are in here. After you've read it, burn it. Then sift the ashes and burn it again. Let me have your decision within twenty-four hours."

Bolan accepted the briefcase, gave the guy a solemn smile, then turned away and walked toward the waiting plane.

SOG Chief, eh?

A new identity. A new life. Maybe even a new hope. Like a reprieve and a restart.

And end to the bloody last mile?

It was, yeah, a hell of an interesting offer. And he would think it some. Very carefully.

Don Pendleton (December 12, 1927-October 23, 1995) was a pulp fiction and mystery writer, best known for the creation of American hero Mack Bolan. The series made the men's action-adventure genre popular in the 1960s and 70s, and got him the nickname "the father of action adventure".

Pendleton served in the U.S. Navy during World War II, serving in all theaters of the war. His enlistment ended in November of 1947. He returned to active duty in 1952 during the Korean War and served until 1954. He worked as a telegrapher for the Southern Pacific Railroad until 1957, and then as an air traffic control specialist for the Federal Aviation Administration. In the 1960s, he worked for Martin Marietta on the Titan missile program. He later served as an engineering administrator at NASA during the Apollo missions. Pendleton also worked on the C-5 Galaxy transport aircraft program.

Pendleton wrote several of his earlier, non-Executioner books under the pseudonyms Dan Britain and Stephan Gregory.