Breakaway by Pendleton, Don

lined the walls. Many were duplicates of Able Team’s and Phoenix Force’s personal weapons. Others were special task weapons. Some looked to be bizarre hybrids that could only have been born out of the fertile and evil mind of Cowboy Kissinger. Lyons dropped his carry-on and critically eyed three Atchisson Assault 12 semiautomatic shotguns that had been racked off separately. The Atchisson 12 was his personal choice in a shoulder weapon. The shotguns showed no outward signs of tampering, but then again, with Kissinger, that proved absolutely nothing. “Are they finished?” Kissinger looked up from his workbench. “No.” “What are you doing to them?” Kissinger waggled his eyebrows and a small screwdriver at Lyons simultaneously. “I’ll let you know when I’m finished.” Lyons blinked. “Mack wants to know if die little project he gave you is finished.” The armorer put down his screwdriver. “The big guy’s already got one full warload in place in Okinawa. I’ve tuned up and sent out a second. There’ll be a third at the United States Embassy in Tokyo just for good measure. Same goes for Jack. I’ve got three loads going out for you at the same time and the same places.” Lyons glanced at the shotguns racked on the wall. “Those?” “No. I told you. I’m not finished with them yet. Those, I’m doing some experimental stuff with.” “What about the fun and games stuff?” “Ah.” Kissinger spread his arms proudly. “Behold.” Lyons stared long and hard at the six handguns lying on the workbench. He had bee