Rogue Force

by Don Pendleton

  "I'm getting by."

  "Yes, I guess you are." The President was openly bemused. "Can I at least give you a ride?"

  "It's taken care of, sir."

  They shook hands all around, and Bolan put the presidential tank behind him, striking off across the parking lot through autumn sunshine. The Turbo Z was waiting for him on the far side of the lot, its engine idling, with Barbara Price behind the wheel.

  "How did it go?"

  "All right."

  "That's it? All right'?"

  "We understand each other."

  The lady shook her head and smiled.

  "Fair enough. Where to?"

  "You mean, my place or yours?" It was the soldier's turn to shake his head. "I haven't got a place."

  "Oh, yes, you do."

  Without a backward glance, she put the Turbo Z in gear and took the warrior home.