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Bolan’s grenade exploded with a smoky thunderclap.

The shrapnel sprayed the area with steel fragments designed to kill over a radius of sixteen feet. Grimaldi followed up with a second bomb.

The opposition appeared seconds later—two men armed with military rifles tumbled into the hallway just as Bolan and Grimaldi reached it. Neither of the two defenders had a chance to use their weapons. Bolan and Grimaldi cut them down in their tracks before they could react.

“That’s half of them,” the ace pilot said, and Bolan hoped it wasn’t simply wishful thinking.

“Careful with Cuéllar, if possible,” he said. “I need to pick his brain while it’s intact.”

Cuéllar knew the name of the person who headed up The Office, and the Executioner was counting on him to cooperate.

Whether the man wanted to or not.