He tried to call Austin but his cell phone failed to pick up a signal. This was crazy! An ancient city in the wilds of the Texas countryside. He was going to enjoy making her beg for her life with the only thing she could offer, that gorgeous body. Brushing hits off as if he were an ant crawling up one of those slender legs. He would study that slim body hungrily watching as she sat in front of her tent combing hair the color of golden wheat in the afternoon sun. 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 punishment for failure is death."Ī simple job, said the caller from Madrid. 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. Above the sign was a small box which could serve no other purpose than as a security camera. A white sign with black lettering was attached to the gate warning trespassers to Keep Out. The fence was about twice the height of a man and topped by coils of razor wire. He pulled the car off the road and made his way toward the fence under the cover of the woods, stopping at the edge of a swath cleared from the perimeter. Cautiously he walked toward the glow until he could see that it was a lone spotlight on the gate of a high wiremesh fence. So they had waited, listening to the howl of coyotes in the desert night air. Warned they would be shot if they made a move or uttered a peep. After dark they were escorted out into the night and told to stand at attention. Instead men with machine pistols had herded him with the others. Gonzalez assumed he'd get a sharp reprimand have his pay docked, and be reassigned. The order to come to Texas wasn't a total surprise. They wanted him for special assignments, and the aging hit man signed on eagerly. He didn't know the group even existed, but they knew everything about him. Business had been going to younger killers when the Brotherhood's emissary approached him. Standing in the cold while some idiot puts on a costume pageant! It wasn't fair. 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. "Silencio," Gonzalez growled at the hydrofoil captain. "Greetings, my brothers," it said in aristocratic Castilian Spanish. A spotlight blinked on, and Gonzalez saw before him a fantastic creature, part human, part beast.Ī voice came out of the night, amplified by loudspeakers. By thwarting his Moroccan assignment, she was responsible for him being in this place. He selected a clean-!imbed tree and climbed to the highest branch that would support his weight.ģ3 RAUL GONZALEZ SHIVERED IN THE darkness and waited for the bullet to smash into his spine, wishing it would happen before he froze to death in the cool night air. 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. The structures were built of a whitish stone and seemed to glow in the faint light of the moon. 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.
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