Don Pendleton: Deadly Salvage

SUNKEN TERROR

The disappearance of a defense department Cold War cryptologist and his daughter on a Caribbean island alarms government officials in Washington, and Mack Bolan is sent in to find them. But when Bolan comes across a Russian agent and her partner on the same mission, he soon discovers something is rotten in paradise—and it’s not just the corrupt police force.

A rich American businessman is behind the secret excavation of a sunken Soviet submarine off the island’s coast. He’s found nuclear weapons on board and intends to use them to dupe the U.S. into attacking Iran—and to strike at America’s heart in the process. With international peace and millions of lives at stake, Bolan and his new Russian comrades must race to rescue the hostages and put an end to the billionaire’s deadly scheme. Every man is an island, and the Executioner plans to blow this one off the map.

Bolan asked the FBI agent if he had a weapon

“I do,” Tyler said, patting his chest.

“Better get ready. I think you’re going to have to use it.”

A dirty gray pickup truck whipped around the corner. The bed was filled with rough-looking men. The man in the passenger seat turned his pale, shaved head and yelled something at the driver. Two of the men in the back of the truck straightened and leveled AK-47s over the cab.

“Take cover!” Bolan yelled. “I’m going for those two tourists.”

“Roger that,” Grimaldi replied.

Bolan pulled out his Beretta 93R as he zigzagged through the picnic tables. “Get down!” he shouted at the French couple.

Bolan was about three steps from the tourists when the first rifle rounds zipped by him. He crouched and dove into the man, reaching out for the woman and pulling her down.

He counted eight men total from the truck, spread out across the plateau.The big bald guy, shouting orders in Russian, held his AK-47 over the truck’s fender and sent a barrage at Grimaldi and Tyler, then aimed at Bolan. The picnic table’s thick boards deflected the rounds. Bolan glanced back at the tourists. If they stayed there, hopefully they wouldn’t get hit. He fired another three-round burst toward the truck.

Bolan saw the Russian guy smiling as he looked up over the top of his rifle.

The sea does not belong to despots. On its surface immoral rights can still be claimed, men can fight each other, devour each other, and carry out all earth’s atrocities. But thirty feet below the surface their power ceases, their influence fades, their authority disappears.

—Jules Verne,

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea

Land, sea or air, if an atrocity is about to be committed, I am duty-bound to stop it. There is no corner of this earth where criminals and despots will find impunity for their actions.

—Mack Bolan

THE

LEGEND

Nothing less than a war could have fashioned the destiny of the man called Mack Bolan. Bolan earned the Executioner title in the jungle hell of Vietnam. But this soldier also wore another name—Sergeant Mercy. He was so tagged because of the compassion he showed to wounded comrades-in-arms and Vietnamese civilians. Mack Bolan’s second tour of duty ended prematurely when he was given emergency leave to return home and bury his family, victims of the Mob. Then he declared a one-man war against the Mafia. He confronted the Families head-on from coast to coast, and soon a hope of victory began to appear. But Bolan had broken society’s every rule. That same society started gunning for this elusive warrior—to no avail. So Bolan was offered amnesty to work within the system against terrorism. This time, as an employee of Uncle Sam, Bolan became Colonel John Phoenix. With a com-mand center at Stony Man Farm in Virginia, he and his new allies—Able Team and Phoenix Force—waged relentless war on a new adversary: the KGB. But when his one true love, April Rose, died at the hands of the Soviet terror machine, Bolan severed all ties with Establishment authority. Now, after a lengthy lone-wolf struggle and much soul-searching, the Executioner has agreed to enter an “arm’s-length” alliance with his government once more, reserving the right to pursue personal missions in his Everlasting War.

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Back Cover Text SUNKEN TERROR The disappearance of a defense department Cold War cryptologist and his daughter on a Caribbean island alarms government officials in Washington, and Mack Bolan is sent in to find them. But when Bolan comes across a Russian agent and her partner on the same mission, he soon discovers something is rotten in paradise—and it’s not just the corrupt police force. A rich American businessman is behind the secret excavation of a sunken Soviet submarine off the island’s coast. He’s found nuclear weapons on board and intends to use them to dupe the U.S. into attacking Iran—and to strike at America’s heart in the process. With international peace and millions of lives at stake, Bolan and his new Russian comrades must race to rescue the hostages and put an end to the billionaire’s deadly scheme. Every man is an island, and the Executioner plans to blow this one off the map.

Introduction Bolan asked the FBI agent if he had a weapon “I do,” Tyler said, patting his chest. “Better get ready. I think you’re going to have to use it.” A dirty gray pickup truck whipped around the corner. The bed was filled with rough-looking men. The man in the passenger seat turned his pale, shaved head and yelled something at the driver. Two of the men in the back of the truck straightened and leveled AK-47s over the cab. “Take cover!” Bolan yelled. “I’m going for those two tourists.” “Roger that,” Grimaldi replied. Bolan pulled out his Beretta 93R as he zigzagged through the picnic tables. “Get down!” he shouted at the French couple. Bolan was about three steps from the tourists when the first rifle rounds zipped by him. He crouched and dove into the man, reaching out for the woman and pulling her down. He counted eight men total from the truck, spread out across the plateau.The big bald guy, shouting orders in Russian, held his AK-47 over the truck’s fender and sent a barrage at Grimaldi and Tyler, then aimed at Bolan. The picnic table’s thick boards deflected the rounds. Bolan glanced back at the tourists. If they stayed there, hopefully they wouldn’t get hit. He fired another three-round burst toward the truck. Bolan saw the Russian guy smiling as he looked up over the top of his rifle.

Title Page Deadly Salvage Don Pendleton

Quote The sea does not belong to despots. On its surface immoral rights can still be claimed, men can fight each other, devour each other, and carry out all earth’s atrocities. But thirty feet below the surface their power ceases, their influence fades, their authority disappears. —Jules Verne, 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea Land, sea or air, if an atrocity is about to be committed, I am duty-bound to stop it. There is no corner of this earth where criminals and despots will find impunity for their actions. —Mack Bolan

The Mack Bolan Legend THE LEGEND Nothing less than a war could have fashioned the destiny of the man called Mack Bolan. Bolan earned the Executioner title in the jungle hell of Vietnam. But this soldier also wore another name—Sergeant Mercy. He was so tagged because of the compassion he showed to wounded comrades-in-arms and Vietnamese civilians. Mack Bolan’s second tour of duty ended prematurely when he was given emergency leave to return home and bury his family, victims of the Mob. Then he declared a one-man war against the Mafia. He confronted the Families head-on from coast to coast, and soon a hope of victory began to appear. But Bolan had broken society’s every rule. That same society started gunning for this elusive warrior—to no avail. So Bolan was offered amnesty to work within the system against terrorism. This time, as an employee of Uncle Sam, Bolan became Colonel John Phoenix. With a com-mand center at Stony Man Farm in Virginia, he and his new allies—Able Team and Phoenix Force—waged relentless war on a new adversary: the KGB. But when his one true love, April Rose, died at the hands of the Soviet terror machine, Bolan severed all ties with Establishment authority. Now, after a lengthy lone-wolf struggle and much soul-searching, the Executioner has agreed to enter an “arm’s-length” alliance with his government once more, reserving the right to pursue personal missions in his Everlasting War.