Don Pendleton - Pacific Creed

Bolan sent three heavy, subsonic .30 calibers between machete man’s shoulder blades.

The rape crew watched for a stunned moment as the first in line fell and his blade hit the deck with a clang. They heard the clinking of Bolan’s spent brass a half second later and leaped to their feet clawing for pistols and blades. Bolan gave each man two rounds through the face in as many heartbeats. The slavers dropped dead like dominos in a neat semicircle. The soldier stepped out of the shadows, and Becca sagged in her restraints at the sight of him.

“You’re late.”

Bolan took out his knife and cut Becca free. “I know, and I am sorry.” He scooped up the machete man’s cast-off T-shirt and tossed it to her. “Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

Becca pulled the stained V-neck over her head. “Just get me and the girls out of here.”

“On it. Can you shoot?”

“My last boyfriend was a cop. He let me shoot his Glock.”

Bolan scooped up two of the slaver’s pistols. “These are Browning Hi-Powers.” He cocked them and left them unlocked. “Just pull the trigger. You have thirteen shots in each one. Where are the rest of the girls?”

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