that,” Bolan said, as he broke the Milkor’s cylinder and started to remove spent cartridges, dropping them at his feet. “I brought some party favors for the housewarming.”
He filled the empty chambers with alternating HE rounds and pyrotechnic cartridges, closed the cylinder and stepped aside to give himself a clear shot past the huddled, frightened women. All of them stood watching as he raised the grenade launcher and started firing, putting hot rounds through the windows of the house where they had been confined most recently.
Ear-spanking HE blasts covered the pop and hiss of his incendiary rounds inside the house, but flames quickly took hold. He waited until smoke was billowing from the shattered windows, half expecting some of Cako’s customers to break for daylight, but they didn’t show.
So be it.
“Do you think they found some way out through the back?” Volkova asked.
“It’s fifty-fifty,” Bolan said. “If they’re out wandering around the barrens, we can leave them to the state police. If they’re inside…”
He didn’t need to finish it and didn’t plan to wait around for stragglers. Even in the barrens, the smoke signals raised by Cako’s burning house and cars would draw attention. Bolan planned to call it in himself, once they were on the road. Fire-fighters should be on the scene in time to save the woods.
But not any survivors hiding in the house.
“What should we do with these women?” Volkova asked.
Bolan surveyed the former prisoners and said, “They won’t fit in the Porsche.”
Volkova frowned and said, “Perhaps the barn? It seems safe from the fire.”
“Let’s check it out.”
They crossed the smoky open ground together, found the barn unlocked and pulled its broad front door aside on creaking rollers. It was relatively clean inside, a farm tractor standing in the central aisle between two rows of empty stalls. An ancient hint of animal manure lingered in the air.
“Suit you?” he asked.
“They should be safe here while they wait for the police,” Volkova said.
“Okay by me.”
“And then our work is finished here?” she asked.
“Here,” he agreed. “But I’m not finished yet.”
“Where, then?”
“I’m following the pipeline home,” Bolan explained.
“It’s a coincidence,” Volkova said. “I’m going back that way, myself.”
“Free country,” Bolan said, and stood back while she led her thirteen charges inside the barn.
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