![]() ![]() If it hadn't been for that bitch with the Russian name! Jesus Mary, he'd had sweet plans for her. Roust the victims from their beds, slaughter them like sheep, and quickly bury the bodies without a trace. The structures were built of a whitish stone and seemed to glow in the faint light of the moon.Ī simple job, said the caller from Madrid. He realized he was looking at a vast complex of buildings, some rectangular, others cylindrical, all dominated by a massive pyramid with a flat top. His eyes had become used to the darkness, and soon several shapes began to materialize. Except for the lone floodlight on the gate, the area was not illuminated. The elevation gave him a view over the top of the fence. The monster stood as still as a statue, brawny arms folded across a broad hairless chest. Long quetzal plumes streamed from the back of the head. The jade-colored snout was long and scaly, the eyes hungry-looking, and the grinning mouth full of jagged, razorsharp teeth. The face was hidden behind a mask created in a madman's nightmare. The hard growths on either hip proved to be, on closer look, leather padding. Around his waist was a loincloth of rich green, yellow, and vermilion. "The punishment for failure is death."įrom the neck down the figure was a bronzeskinned man of muscular physique. Three of our number were given tasks to further our noble cause, and they have failed us." The voice paused. And he went by the name of George Wingate. Only then the man with Halcon was wearing work clothes and had long hair and a thick white beard. He was sure of it, despite the clean.shaven face and the tailored suit. He had just seen the same' man in Arizona. He leaned against the cold concrete, still not believing the evidence of his eyes. ![]() In the fleeting second he had framed the white-haired man in the viewfinder Zavala had frozen his likeness on his retinas. Not wanting to run into an unpleasant surprise, Zavala stopped every few minutes, got out of the car, and walked ahead, like the point on an infantry patrol to watch and listen. He saw no lights ahead, but this didn't surprise him because the road twisted and turned. Where the trees opened up he could see low craggy hills on either side. He wondered what a big shot like Halcon was doing in the sticks. He switched the car's headlights off as a test and found that he was able to follow the dirt road as long as he kept speed down to a fast walk. He selected a clean-!imbed tree and climbed to the highest branch that would support his weight. He tripped and had to back out of briars a few times but made it to the copse at the hilltop without mishap. He made his way toward the hill then up its side, no easy task because he had nothing to light his way. Remembering a low hill a short distance back, he returned to his car and headed away from the fence in reverse so the backup lights wouldn't be seen, then pulled off the road into the bushes. The fence was too high to climb, and he had no protection against the wire, or the dogs, but his guess was that the barricade was attached to an alarm. Zavala melted into the shadows and didn't dare breathe until the car door slammed and the limo moved off. Zavala got off a single shot before the white-haired man swept the garage with his eyes as if he had heard the quiet whirr of the motor drive. He was tall and broad-shouldered, his physique muscularly athletic even though he could have been in his sixties at least. The man was wearing a dark suit, and, his white hair was cut military short. He snapped off several shots before Halcon got into the limo, then focused on the driver who was holding the door open for him. Zavala brought his Nikon to his eye and focused on the tall dark man who exited the elevator and walked with an easy grace to the waiting vehicle. ![]()
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