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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 215 из 267When Coleman opened the side cargo door of the van, he was greeted by the sight of Mitch Rapp sitting on top of the man they had just grabbed. Rapp's knees were on the man's arms, and the tip of his silenced Beretta was pressed firmly into the man's right eye socket.
With a clenched jaw, Rapp asked, «Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you.»
Coleman stepped into the van and closed the door. «What does his ID say?»
«I haven't had a chance to check it yet. We've been too busy talking, right?» Rapp stuck the tip of his silencer a littlde further into the man's eye.
Coleman reached down and pulled open the man's suit coat. He snatched a leather case out of the breast pocket and opened it. Instead of saying anything, he held the document in front of Rapp's face.
«Special Agent Salem of the FBI.» Rapp looked down at j die man. «Would you mind telling me what in the hell you were doing in my house?»
«I don't know what you're talking about.»
Rapp looked at Coleman and jerked his head toward Dumond. «Give him the ID and have him run it.»
«I'm not going to ask you this again. What were you doing at my house? The one on the bay that you just came from five minutes ago?»
The man's lone eye darted back and forth. «I'm telling you I don't know what you're talking about.»
«Last chance. Tell me why you were at my house and what you're doing with Anna Rielly.»
«I told you I don't have any idea what you're talking about. Do you know how much trouble you can get in for kidnapping a federal…»
Before he could finish, Rapp reached down with his left hand and grabbed the man's right index finger. At the same time, he increased the pressure on the man's eye socket and slid his knee down to his forearm. With a quick yank, Rapp snapped the man's finger. He let out an agonizing scream. Rapp took the opportunity to move the silencer from the man's eye and stick it deep into his mouth. When the tip of the silencer reached his throat, he started to gag.
Looking for recognition in the man's eyes, Rapp asked, «Do you know my friend Mario Lukas? The big fella you gunned down in College Park the other day?» Rapp saw the sign, a flicker of fear. Over his shoulder, Rapp asked, «Anything on that plate?»
«Nothing. It came up blank. I'm checking the name now.»
Looking over at Coleman, Rapp said, «This guy isn't a fucking fed. If he was, he'd tell us something.»
«Yeah, I think you're right.» Coleman looked down at the man and said, «Don't make us torture you.»
Rapp withdrew his gun, and the man spat, «You two can go fuck yourselves. You are in deep trouble.
With a clenched jaw, Rapp asked, «Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you.»
Coleman stepped into the van and closed the door. «What does his ID say?»
«I haven't had a chance to check it yet. We've been too busy talking, right?» Rapp stuck the tip of his silencer a littlde further into the man's eye.
Coleman reached down and pulled open the man's suit coat. He snatched a leather case out of the breast pocket and opened it. Instead of saying anything, he held the document in front of Rapp's face.
«Special Agent Salem of the FBI.» Rapp looked down at j die man. «Would you mind telling me what in the hell you were doing in my house?»
«I don't know what you're talking about.»
Rapp looked at Coleman and jerked his head toward Dumond. «Give him the ID and have him run it.»
«I'm not going to ask you this again. What were you doing at my house? The one on the bay that you just came from five minutes ago?»
The man's lone eye darted back and forth. «I'm telling you I don't know what you're talking about.»
«Last chance. Tell me why you were at my house and what you're doing with Anna Rielly.»
«I told you I don't have any idea what you're talking about. Do you know how much trouble you can get in for kidnapping a federal…»
Before he could finish, Rapp reached down with his left hand and grabbed the man's right index finger. At the same time, he increased the pressure on the man's eye socket and slid his knee down to his forearm. With a quick yank, Rapp snapped the man's finger. He let out an agonizing scream. Rapp took the opportunity to move the silencer from the man's eye and stick it deep into his mouth. When the tip of the silencer reached his throat, he started to gag.
Looking for recognition in the man's eyes, Rapp asked, «Do you know my friend Mario Lukas? The big fella you gunned down in College Park the other day?» Rapp saw the sign, a flicker of fear. Over his shoulder, Rapp asked, «Anything on that plate?»
«Nothing. It came up blank. I'm checking the name now.»
Looking over at Coleman, Rapp said, «This guy isn't a fucking fed. If he was, he'd tell us something.»
«Yeah, I think you're right.» Coleman looked down at the man and said, «Don't make us torture you.»
Rapp withdrew his gun, and the man spat, «You two can go fuck yourselves. You are in deep trouble.