The Protector (2003) Read Online Free PDF

"You're not making sense." "In case," Prescott told him.
    "In case of what?" Movement on a TV monitor abruptly caught Cavanaugh's attention. "Wait a second."

    Chapter 6.
    "What's wrong?" Prescott spun toward the monitor.
    On the screen, a gray image showed a dozen ragged men plodding through the rain, converging on the Taurus.
    "Jesus," Prescott said.
    "Crack addicts are amazing," Cavanaugh said. "No matter what it is, if it's left alone, they'll try to steal it. I once knew a guy who stole forty pounds of dog food from his father so he could buy crack. What's more amazing, his drug dealer took the dog food, rather than demanding money. For all I know, the drug dealer ate it."
    On the screen, the ragged men, drenched with rain, tugged at the side-view mirrors or used chunks of metal to pry at the hubcaps.
    "Have you got a way to hear what's going on outside?" Cavanaugh asked.
    Prescott flipped a switch on a console. Immediately, the sound of rain came through an audio speaker.
    Cavanaugh heard the distant scrape of metal as the ragged men worked in the downpour to try to disassemble his car. "Get a job, guys."
    He took the car's remote control from his jacket pocket. It was more elaborate than usual, equipped with half a dozen buttons.
    Prescott looked puzzled as Cavanaugh pressed one of the buttons.
    Suddenly, the audio speaker filled the room with an ear-torturing siren that came from the Taurus and made the men drop their makeshift burglary tools, fleeing like drenched versions of the scarecrow in The Wizard of Oz.
    Cavanaugh pressed the button again, and the siren stopped.
    "Are you ready to get out of here?" he asked Prescott.
    "To?" Prescott looked apprehensive.
    "Somewhere safer than this, although, Lord knows, this place is safe enough. After my team arrives, after we get organized, we'll give you a new identity and relocate you. But first I need to know what kind of risk level we're talking about. Why are you so frightened?"
    Prescott opened his mouth to answer, then frowned at the monitor.
    Four of the men were back, heading for the Taurus.
    "At least they get points for persistence," Cavanaugh said.
    He pressed another button on the remote control.
    Gray vapor spewed from under the wheel wells. Despite the rain, it blossomed, enveloping the crack addicts. Coughing and cursing, they stumbled back. Bent over as if they were going to be sick, they pawed at their eyes and staggered away.
    Cavanaugh pressed the button again, and the vapor stopped spewing from the wheel wells.
    "What on earth was that?" Prescott asked.
    "Tear gas."
    "What?"
    "The car's modified the way the best Secret Service vehicles are. It's armor-plated and--" A new image on the monitor made him stop. "Amazing. With their ambition, if these guys were in politics, they could run the world."
    On the screen, two more crack addicts approached the Taurus.
    "Turn down the volume on that speaker," Cavanaugh told Prescott.
    Confused, Prescott did what he was told.
    As the men came closer to the Taurus, Cavanaugh pressed another button on the remote control.
    Small black canisters catapulted from under the wheel wells. Shaped like miniature soup cans, they exploded with numerous roars that shook the speaker, even though its volume had been reduced. The multiple flashes of the explosions were so bright that the camera had trouble maintaining its contrast level.
    When the smoke cleared, the two crack addicts lay on the concrete.
    "My God, you killed them," Prescott said.
    "No."
    "But they were so close to the grenades."
    "Those weren't grenades."
    On the screen, the two men began to squirm.
    "I used flash-bangs," Cavanaugh said.
    "Flash-bangs?"
    "Sort of like grenades, except they don't throw shrapnel. But they blind and deafen for a while. Those guys are going to have a whale of a headache."
    On the screen, the two crack addicts struggled upright, holding their ears.
    "But this car can be equipped to launch grenades if the mission calls for it," Cavanaugh