CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER ONE
Koreatown, Los Angeles, California
The two men huddled in the littered backstreet alley. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” John Kissinger asked Mack Bolan, a.k.a. the Executioner.
Bolan smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “A little late to be asking that, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, but still…” Kissinger didn’t finish his sentence.
Bolan was years removed from the time when his actions were motivated primarily by a hunger for vengeance, but Kissinger had asked for help in avenging the torture execution of a long-time DEA field agent he’d worked with before he’d been brought into the Stony Man fold. Given the number of times Kissinger had covered his back in the heat of battle, Bolan wasn’t about to turn down his friend’s request.
“Let’s do it,” Bolan told his colleague.
