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saw blood streaming wounds in Chief's and chest. One arm broken few inches
below shoulder. He struggled against the weight the motorcycle with arm. He
was trying to reach for belt-fed M-60. Lyons the cross hairs on the man's
But he didn't shoot. He jerked back the caught the unfired Accelerator.
Searching the pouches of bandolier, he found 
308 tracers. Lyons loaded then snapped the tracer through the biker's gas
tank. churning ball of flame above Chief. His screams for thirty seconds.
Then there was silence. "Lyons!" Blancanales "You see anything moving-"
Motorcycle tires filling the narrow canyon mouth with rubber smoke. Around
the brushfire spread up the slope. By time he had over the blackened of bone
and scorched flesh, Lyons see nothing that was living. He the rock and brush
of 
stream-bed. He saw the of an M-60. The muzzle flashed. Lyons backward, his
body with pain. Streams of .308 suddenly shrieking over them, Gadgets and
sprayed back with Parabellum. The machinegunner fell his rock for an
instant, then popped few yards still firing his belt-fed M-60. Slugs marched
across hillside, chopping brush, the earth around jump. "Lyons!" Blancanales
screamed. "Hit him, him!" There was no fire, no answer from the ridge. Burst
burst searched for Blancanales. 
he screamed again, but this without words, his voice shuddering with agony.
He screamed until his throat then let his wail to whimper. "Arm... my arm...
it's... After second, he wailed again. arm oh God God oh God..." "Rosario!"
Gadgets cried. Another long searched for Gadgets. He rolled clear, crawled
Blancanales. Hissed words stopped him: cool! I'm all right, see- Lyons up
there we got to about. Radio!" Keying his


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