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end of Crest had heard radio calls. He saw the bikers racing toward him. He
his bike. He intercepted the three by matching their He stayed handlebar to
handlebar with them hundred yards until the sharp of Lovers' Cove forced to
fall back. He jerked pistol his belt. Awkwardly aiming as tried to control
motorcycle, he fired. Lyons heard the bullet past his head. He cranked the
accelerator, watching the Harley's tachometer 
line. The Outlaw pulled on the handlebars his bike and speeded up in of the
three impostors. Pulling again, he sighted the barrel of the He emptied the
cylinder at the ahead of him. Blancanales' back blew out. Struggling with
bucking machine, with instinct strength he kept it He lost half an inch of
from his combat boots. Lyons fast, his bike fishtailing the back tire
smoking. He pointed his at the lone pursuer 
sprayed him. At least 9mm slug would punch his gut, he knew it. The doubled
over, his drifting into the guardrail. At sixty an hour, the bike flipped.
Outlaw was sent hurtling into seawall below. Retrieving his backpack weapons
from his motorcycle's saddlebags, ran to Lyons' Harley and on. The ten
Outlaws rounded curve behind them. "No time that ambush!" Blancanales
shouted. "Hope knows where he's going!" * * Glancing Gadgets had seen bike
on its 
in the road and of pursuing Outlaws closing fast on Harley. With the weight
of Blancanales, could not outdistance Outlaws. Gadgets noticed the steel of
the seaplane terminal. He pointed turned, Lyons turning only instant behind
him. Weaving through fences, cars, rows of oil Able Team blitzed through the
open door of building, then screeched to stop. Fire from the Outlaws 
hammered on the sheet walls, tiny points of light appearing with impact of
each bullet. Tools, cans and flew from that front wild through the door,
Lyons emptied his at the Outlaws. Car shattered, slugs slammed metal,
Outlaws for cover. Lyons dragged high sliding door Bullets were still
punching through. He for the floor, groaning. "You hit-" called out. "Nah,
just hurt." onto his back, Lyons the interior of 
building. It was steel prefab, feet high from the concrete floor the
corrugated metal It contained workshop and storage area. forklift stood
against far wall. row of 50-gallon drums lined another wall. Crates, tires,
seaplane pontoons crowded end of the building. Small viewed the ocean on
side, the terminal on the other. The 
Lyons had just was the only way out. voice called to them: up! We need
hostages, not corpses. Give or we'll kill you." "Bad Gadgets muttered. Lyons
grinned. "Real bad No doubt about it." 15 Banzai directed his squad Outlaws
to encircle the building. He sent men with rifles to the south wall. Two
other men behind the airline offices, positions covering the east

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