Kill Squad

Bolan took his carry-all and placed it in the rear of the Suburban. He stowed his 93-R and shoulder rig in the glove compartment, within easy reach. He placed the bag holding his other weapons in the trunk.

“I’ll be here if you need me,” Grimaldi said as Bolan slid behind the wheel and fired up the Suburban’s engine. “Try not to cause trouble.”

Bolan glanced up from logging Gwen Darrow’s address into the navigation system.

“Do I ever go looking for trouble, Jack?”

Grimaldi grinned. “You said that with a straight face.”

He watched as Bolan drove out of the airstrip and picked up the road for the city.

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