Last Man Standing
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Web London roars into a dark alley one night with his FBI Hostage Rescue Team. Seconds later, the team is ambushed and every man is dead-except Web. As the FBI conducts their investigation, the suspicion surrounding Web deepens. Now, he needs help from an unlikely ally in his desperate search for the killer of his friends, and finds himself up against a force determined to finish the job that began in the alley-killing the seventh and sole surviving member of Charlie Team, Web London.
a new policy. In fact, Web’s case is the first time we’ve used it. My idea.” “It’s an invasion of doctor-and-patient confidentiality.” “Not if the patient has waived it.” Claire read the document very carefully—so carefully, in fact, and she took such a long time doing it, that Winters finally started to fume. She handed it back to him. “Okay, let me see some ID,” she said. “Excuse me?” “It says I can reveal certain information to John Winters, head of WFO. All I know about you is you drive
sharply at his men. “You just gonna leave Toona there or what? Show some damn respect for the dead.” “What the hell you want us to do with him?” said one of them, his arms spread wide, his features angry, though Web easily sensed the fear he held for his boss. Web was certain Big F could smell that fear too. He no doubt counted on it in running his “bizness.” If he wanted to teach his people loyalty, they had one very compelling reason lying right there in a growing red pond. And taking out
jewelry and five-hundred-dollar-a-night hookers. I’m even envisioning a retirement plan instead of the brothers throwing their money after cars and carats and having nothing when they’re too old to do this anymore. And I’m implementing a dress code for management level, no more of this looking like crap. A professional has to have a professional image. Look at you, you look slick, that’s what I want.” Macy released a rare smile. “Some of the boys aren’t going to like that.” “They have to grow
Southeast Asia.” O’Bannon eyed the packet and breathed another sigh of relief. He smiled and lit another cigarette. “That seems like a hundred years ago.” “Hey, I’ll never forget. You saved my ass after the Viet Cong screwed with my mind.” “Deprogramming, not so difficult for someone who knows what he’s doing.” “Lucky for me you did,” said Strait. He paused and grinned. “And catching a little drug action on the side. That was a nice little side benefit for your practice.” O’Bannon shrugged.
something on this Fed mother.” “Web London.” “Web London. And if he ain’t got what I need, then he’ll wish he died with his crew. Hit it, Toona. We got bizness.” The car sped on into the night. 8 It took Web a couple of days to make an appointment with a psychiatrist whom the Bureau used on an independent contractor basis. The FBI had trained people on staff, but Web had opted for someone on the outside. He wasn’t sure why, yet spilling his guts to anyone on the inside right now