Baltimore Trackdown (14 page)

The Executioner heard a roar of anger from the Mafia don and saw him turn and fire. Bolan dropped to the floor as the gunman fired four rounds into the mirrored panels. Glass shattered over Bolan’s head and to his right, then all was quiet.

“Give it up, Nazarione. You’re out of rounds.”

“The hell I am. I have plenty and I’m coming after you.”

Bolan saw him dart out of sight. He listened. The sounds moved to the left, then to the right, then almost beside him. Bolan looked at the damaged mirrors in the passage beside him. Foot-square panels had shattered on both sides of the thin wall, and he could see into the next aisle. He pushed his hand through the void and looked ahead. He could see his hand reflected in the mirror at the end of the passage. He moved ahead stealthily, positioned himself firmly against the mirrors at the end of the passage and waited.

Carlo Nazarione moved noisily through the maze. Bolan stood where he was and waited.

A moment later Nazarione appeared at the end of the passage, raised his gun but did not fire.

“No way. Not again, Bolan. I’m going to wait until I can see you bleed your life away before I shoot you. I’ve killed enough of the damn mirrors. I want the real you. I’ll blast you apart, then I’m gonna laugh.”

Bolan’s image at the far end of the hallway lifted its gun and stepped away from the mirror.

Nazarione gasped and jerked up his weapon. He was too late. Three rounds from the Beretta ripped into the Mafia don’s chest, then three more slammed into his face as he pitched to the side, hit the mirrors and slid to the floor.

Bolan went out of the maze the way he had come in, walked through the weird cutout-character room, the black room and the main entrance.

He nodded to the ticket taker as he went out.

“Too scary for me,” he said. His Beretta was under his shirt; Big Thunder, holster and all, was in his hand. He walked out of the carnival glad that the roaring sounds and shrieks of the sound effects in the fun house had covered the sounds of the shots.

The Executioner took a taxi back to his hotel. He would check in with Johnny at Strongbase One. Maybe he could even get back to San Diego for a week of deep-sea fishing. Maybe.

Mack Bolan inhaled deeply. Animal man was still out there, the Mafia was still clobbering the little guy, taking advantage of him. Until the Mafia was wiped out, Mack Bolan knew he would have no real rest.

As the taxi neared the hotel, a Baltimore Police Department squad car rushed by with red light flashing and siren blasting, on its way to a call at the traveling carnival fun house.

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