Don Pendleton - Cold Fury

“We’ll need some extra ammo, too,” he said to Case. “Nine millimeter, if you can spare it.”

“Not a problem,” the trooper replied. “What kind of guns you guys carrying?”

Bolan didn’t answer. He had no desire to explain why they were both equipped with two MP-5 submachine guns as well as their sidearms. Instead, he went to the other duffel, pulled out an identical parka and walked it over to Grimaldi.

“Here you go, Jack,” Bolan said, tossing his partner the parka.

Grimaldi caught it and slipped it on quickly. He rubbed his hands together and then covered his ears. “I need a stocking hat, too. Or maybe that balaclava.”

Bolan nodded and went to Grimaldi’s backpack, which was lying on the ground a few feet away. He unzipped the side panel and took out the black balaclava. It was made of a thin material that expelled perspiration but allowed the wearer to feel warmth in colder climates while maintaining comfort in unbearably hotter ones. He gave the mask to Grimaldi, who slipped it on and went back to his inspection of the chopper.

Bolan was digging in his own backpack when Case came up beside him.

“I didn’t know you DOJ agents did field investigations like this,” he said. “Aren’t you guys more into the white-collar stuff?”

Grimaldi paused with his inspection and pulled open the parka, gripping the dark collar of his BDU blouse with his thumb and forefinger. “Does that look white to you?”

Case said nothing.

“We’re more in the tactical investigative branch,” Bolan said.

Case looked from one to the other and nodded. “Okay. I get it.” He pulled out his cell phone and punched in a number.

Bolan wondered whom the man was calling, but didn’t ask. Case spoke loud enough for him to gather that the call was to the central dispatch regarding the trooper sent to the Wales area.

After a few moments, Case frowned and terminated the call. “My trooper still hasn’t checked in again from the scene,” he said. “How soon can you get that thing ready?”

“Give me about ten more minutes,” Grimaldi said.

Case nodded and went to a Jeep Cherokee with Alaska State Police markings. He opened the door and removed a duffel bag and an AR-15 that was sitting on top. He slid the rifle into a black leather sleeve attached to the side of the bag. Bolan was glad to see that the weapon had a thirty-round magazine.

In a few minutes they would be underway and hopefully on the trail of some answers.

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