Mack Bolan should have remembered...the litany of the Mafia:
If you can’t steal it, extort it;
If you can’t extort it, join it;
If you can’t join it, corrupt it;
If you can’t corrupt it, hit it;
If you can’t hit it, buy it;
After you’ve got it, eat it.
And if you can’t get it, eat it on the run. Yeah. You could say what you like about the Italian brotherhood—whatever else, they were the most persistent and successful cannibals of them all.
“So where’s Harrelson?” The sinking feeling reached bottom. The captain or the builder, or whatever, had stood up absentia to be identified: Franklin P. Harrelson, ex-Captain, U.S. Infantry, now soldier of fortune and master of intrigue, last encountered by Bolan in the Colorado Kill-zone. And it was, yes, definitely time to be moving along... “So where’s Harrelson?” The sinking feeling reached bottom. The captain or the builder, or whatever, had stood up absentia to be identified: Franklin P. Harrelson, ex-Captain, U.S. Infantry, now soldier of fortune and master of intrigue, last encountered by Bolan in the Colorado Kill-zone. And it was, yes, definitely time to be moving along. Perhaps the greatest peril ever faced by Mack Bolan during his crime- fighting career, and certainly the most daring and imaginative caper, had come by way of Frank Harrelson. The guy had an audacious and savvy mind. He could have been among the finest combat commanders to emerge from the Vietnam experience; instead, he came home under a cloud, in semi disgrace, doomed to a dubious military future. They’d been friends in ’Nam—of a sort. Harrelson was a commissioned officer, of course, and Bolan was not—so there had always been that artificial barrier standing between them. Even without that, however, they would never have been true friends. Bolan respected the man’s military expertise and combat instincts; he did not particularly approve of Harrelson’s personal ethics. There was no particular need to do so.
"I think you can help. And I think you will. That’s the only reason you’re alive at this moment. You’re the first prisoner I’ve taken all day—and I’ve taken you because I believe you are close enough to the top to have information of some value to me...Now you’ve got this decision to make, see. It’s yours entirely. Are you going to live, or are you going to die? That’s the decision. But I’m not going to mislead you in this. You need to know—hell, you have a right to know, since it’s your life that’s at stake—you need to know that your decision is actually pitched between certain death and only a thin chance for life."