MacK Bolan No. 62: Day of Mourning Read Online Free PDF

to kill Mr. Konzaki caught him at the wrong angle."
    April's lovely features were taut with an inner rage she could not conceal.
    "A man in a wheelchair — "
    "Do you have anything else to report, Captain?" Bolan asked Wade.
    "No, sir, I'm afraid not. No signs of penetration anywhere along the perimeter. The ground is soft this time of year. But there were no signs of footprints where Mr. Konzaki was attacked."
    Bolan had heard enough. He could do no good for Konzaki standing there.
    "Captain Wade, return to your men. April, let's see what Kurtzman has for us."
    It was twenty minutes after Grimaldi had set them down on the Stony Man airstrip in the F-14 Tomcat jet that had flown them to Washington from Miami.
    At this moment, the pilot was at the airstrip's camouflaged hangar, ensuring that the jet would be ready if needed on short notice.
    The brain center of the Farm was a sprawling collection of rustic buildings set amid a dense forest of hardwood and conifer and the occasional grassy meadow like the one that surrounded the ordinary-looking "farm buildings."
    In fact, the buildings and the underground facility beneath them housed the brightly lit, modern headquarters of the Executioner's Phoenix world.
    The Blue Ridge terrain was dominated on the far horizon by Stony Man Mountain, one of the highest peaks in the region.
    The weather was unseasonably warm, but the mountain was wreathed in low-hanging clouds that gave the spring day a grim, foreboding look.
    Bolan felt the same way inside.
    He had known Andrzej Konzaki only by the man's work in the Stony Man program. In that regard, Bolan ranked the Farm's armorer at the absolute top, and he now regretted not having gotten to know Konzaki better.
    Konzaki was officially with the Special Weapons Development branch of the CIA, unofficially attached to Stony Man shortly after the inception of the Phoenix program. Konzaki, legless since Vietnam, was one of the most innovative armorers in the world, a master weaponsmith. His CIA profile read: "trust him."
    Konzaki had never let Bolan down.
    And now the guy lay in a coma with a less than fifty-fifty chance of pulling through. With the identity of his assailant locked up inside where it would stay forever if a good man named Konzaki died.
    Aaron Kurtzman was waiting for Bolan and April at the polished conference table in the briefing room, down the corridor from where Andrzej Konzaki lay.
    "All of our computer-satellite linkups are totaled," grumbled The Bear. "Someone got inside the terminal housing at the back of this building. My guess is they used some form of plastique."
    "How long to repair?" asked Bolan.
    "The necessary component replacements are on their way," Kurtzman reported, "but it's still taking time, too much damn time, because Stony Man Farm supposedly does not exist. For that same reason we can't go through any of the standard channels."
    Bolan stood up and began to pace about the briefing room as he put the thing together aloud. An urge for action had him restless.
    "Wade's men didn't find any signs of penetration. That could mean there was no penetration."
    April frowned.
    "An inside job? That's... almost unthinkable, Mack. Everyone at the Farm has been screened so thoroughly."
    "Determine the key people in this area and screen them again," said Bolan. "Start with Captain Wade."
    "As you say," agreed April.
    "What about the saboteur?" asked Kurtzman thoughtfully. "Whether the damage was done by a man or woman inside the Farm or by infiltration, we still don't have any point to start from."
    "We narrow it to categories," said Bolan. "Someone has tried to sabotage our operation. Is our enemy domestic or foreign? How did they learn about us? Bear, I want you to backtrack over every possible security leak point you can think of in the program."
    "Roger."
    "I ordered Wade to double his security force as soon as Konzaki was reported missing," said April.
    "Good work," said Bolan. "Now triple it. And I'll want to review