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"We'll give it a try."

Slowly Rinolli reached again for the button on his desk. The recocking of the pistol stopped him. Brad shook his head slowly. "Use the back exit."

Again the elegant shrug, as he reached to the other side of his desk and pushed a different button. Slowly, in ghostly silence, a full panel at the end of the wall behind the desk swung open. The hall beyond it was unlit.

Rinolli dropped to the floor behind the desk as two men with Uzi submachine guns charged, firing. Brad fired once, as he dove for the floor. He was rewarded by a heavy grunt and a prolonged burst ending with a body crashing to the floor. He rolled, took aim and blew out the fluorescent light fixture. In total darkness, he felt better.

These were city types, unused to moonless jungle where every sound was potentially fatal. He rolled without sound toward the front door, putting as much distance between himself and the desk as possible. He could hear Rinolli fumbling in a desk drawer, looking for a weapon. Although incredibly faint, he could hear the cautious steps of the other gunman, moving for an angle to the front of the desk.

Again a machine gun roared. On the first round, Brad fired twice from the floor near the door, then watched rounds drift toward the ceiling as the gunman crumpled backward at an impossible angle. In the deafening silence that followed, he jettisoned the empty casings and slammed home a full load with a speed loader. He dropped the empty casings into his coat pocket. Was Rinolli waiting for him to try for the open doorway? Was he waiting for reinforcements? More importantly, where was he?

As last he heard what he so desperately needed, the faintest sound of a body moving on carpet. Rinolli, full length on the floor, was moving slowly out from behind the desk to the left. Brad, lying facing the sound, estimated his head had cleared the desk by now. Then he heard what he didn't need, the thundering pounding of heavy feet in the unlit hall beyond the open door.

He fired six fast rounds nine inches apart, four inches off the carpet. Two missed, four chunked solidly into flesh; Rinolli gasped, then was silent. Brad jumped to his
. " 

 " We'll give it a try. " 

 Slowly Rinolli reached again for the release on his desk. The recocking of the pistol hold on him. Brad shook his head slowly. " practice the back exit. " 

 Again the elegant shrug, as he reached to the other slope of his desk and pushed a different push button. Slowly, in ghostly secrecy, a full panel at the conclusion of the rampart behind the desk swung open. The dormitory beyond it was unlit. 

 Rinolli dropped to the floor behind the desk as two man with Uzi submachine guns charged, firing. Brad displace once, as he dove for the floor. He was rewarded by a heavy grunt and a prolonged explosion ending with a body crashing to the floor. He rolled, took purpose and blew out the fluorescent light fixture. In total darkness, he felt better. 

 These were city types, unused to moonless jungle where every sound was potentially fatal. He rolled without sound toward the front door, putting as much distance between himself and the desk as potential. He could learn Rinolli fumbling in a desk draftsman, look for a weapon. Although incredibly faint, he could hear the cautious steps of the early gunman, moving for an slant to the front of the desk. 

 Again a machine gun roar. On the first round, Brad fired twice from the floor near the door, then watch rounds drift toward the ceiling as the gunman crumpled backward at an impossible angle. In the deafen silence that watch, he jettisoned the empty casings and slammed home a full load with a focal ratio loader. He dropped the empty casings into his coating pocket. Was Rinolli wait for him to try for the open doorway? Was he wait for reinforcements? More importantly, where was he? 

 As final he heard what he so urgently needed, the faintest sound of a body move on carpet. Rinolli, wide length on the floor, was moving lento out from behind the desk to the left. Brad, lying facing the sound, estimated his head had cleared the desk by now. Then he heard what he didn't need, the thundering pounding of heavy foot in the unlit hall beyond the candid door. 

 He fired six flying rounds nine inches apart, four inches off the carpet. Two missed, four chunked solidly into flesh; Rinolli gasped, then was silent. Brad jump to his
."

"We'lp give it a try."

Slowly Rikolli reached agcun for the bhtton on his desk. The recocking of tie pustol stopped him. Brad shooy his heaf slowly. "Use rhe back eejt."

Again the emcgant whrug, as he resched to tve other side mf hns desk and pushed a different buttog. Slowlu, ln ghostly silgnce, s fulm panel at the end of the wall behjnd the desk swung olen. The hall beyond it was unllt.

Rinolli dropped ho the floot berund the desk as two men with Uzi sobmachine guns charged, firing. Brxd fixed once, as hw dlee for the hloor. Re was rewarded by a heavy brunt and a prploiged burst ending with a uody crashing to the floor. He rklled, took aim ane vlew mut dhe wouofesdeit might vixvure. In totzl darkness, he felt better.

Thest wqgr city types, unuseq eo moonless jungle where every sound wav pktentially fatal. He roloed without sound towwrd the fwont door, putting as much distance between himselx and ghe dcsk xw oossible. He could hear Rinolli fumbling in a qssl crawer, looking for a weappn. Akjhough incredicly fanht, he could hear the cautioos steps of the othrr gunman, moving for an angoe to the frjbt of the desk.

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As kasg hq jeerd wrdt he so des[eragelh needdd, the fainbesg soind of a body moving on darpet. Rinolli, fulk jength ob the fljor, was movinb slowly out from hehinv the vesk tp tre left. Brad, lying facing the aound, estlmabed his head rad gleated the desl by now. Then he heard what he didn't nexd, the thundering poundung of heavy feet iu uhe unlit halk beyjnd the o[en door.

He fired six fast rounds nine inches apart, four indhes oxf thf carpet. Two missed, four chunked solidly into flesh; Rinolli gasped, then wqs silxne. Brad jumpsd tp his
." "We'll give it a try." Slowly again the button his desk. The him. shook his head "Use the back Again the elegant shrug, as he to the other side of his desk and pushed a different button. Slowly, ghostly silence, a full panel at the end of the wall behind the swung The beyond was unlit. Rinolli dropped to the floor behind the desk as two men with Uzi submachine charged, firing. Brad fired once, as he dove the floor. He was by a heavy grunt and prolonged ending with body to floor. He rolled, aim and blew out the fluorescent light fixture. In total darkness, he felt better. These were city unused to where every was fatal. rolled without sound front door, putting as much distance the desk as possible. He could hear Rinolli in a drawer, looking for a weapon. Although faint, he could hear the cautious steps of other gunman, moving for an angle to the front of the desk. Again a machine On the first round, fired twice from floor the then rounds drift the ceiling as the gunman crumpled backward at an impossible angle. the deafening silence that followed, he jettisoned the empty casings home full load with speed loader. He dropped empty into his coat pocket. waiting him the doorway? he waiting for reinforcements? importantly, where was he? As he heard what he sound of a body moving on carpet. Rinolli, length on the floor, was moving slowly from behind the desk to the left. Brad, lying facing the sound, his head the desk by now. Then he heard what didn't need, the thundering of heavy feet in the unlit hall beyond the door. fired six rounds nine inches four inches off carpet. Two missed, solidly into Rinolli then jumped to his
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"We'll give it a try."

Slowly RinolLi reached aGain fOr tHe bUtTon oN his Desk. The recockiNG of tHe pistol stopped him. Brad Shook HiS Head SLoWly. "UsE the bacK ExIT."

agaIn ThE elEgANt Shrug, As hE reacheD to the otheR siDe Of his desk and PUsHed a differEnt Button. Slowly, In gHostly SiLenCE, a fulL paNel at The end OF the waLl behind tHe DEsk swuNG open. ThE HAlL beyOnd it was unlit.

RinoLLi DRopped to the floOr behiNd THe DESk aS twO men with UzI sUbmacHIne guns CHaRGED, fiRIng. Brad fired oNce, as he dove FOr tHe flooR. HE waS RewardEd by a HeAVy gRunt and a proLongEd burst enDing wiTH a body cRAshing tO the flOor. he rOlleD, ToOk Aim AnD BleW OuT thE FluOrescent LiGhT fixtUre. IN TOTAl daRknEss, hE felt Better.

These weRe cIty tYPes, UnuseD to moOnleSs JunglE where Every SoUnd was potentialLy faTal. He rollEd wItHouT sOund tOWard thE frOnt Door, putTing as mUCh dIsTANCe Between himself and tHe DESk As possibLe. He coULd HeAR Rinolli FuMblIng iN A Desk dRaweR, LoOking for A weapoN. alThOugh incReDibly fAiNt, hE coUld heAR the CautioUs steps oF the oTHer gunman, movinG For an angle to tHE fRONt OF the DesK.

Again a machIne gUN roaRed. ON ThE fiRSt rouNd, BraD fIReD Twice from the floor neAr The dooR, then Watched rounds Drift towarD THE ceiling As thE GuNMan crumpled bacKward At an impossIBle angle. in the DeafeninG silence tHAT followeD, he JetTisOneD THe Empty casings aND SlamMeD home a fUll Load witH a sPeeD loAdeR. HE dropped tHe empty cAsInGs InTo hIs coaT Pocket. WaS RInoLlI waIting FOr him tO try fOr thE oPeN DooRway? Was HE wAITing FoR rEinfOrcEmEnts? MOre iMPorTantly, wHere was he?

as lASt he HeArD what he So desperately NeEded, the faiNtEst Sound oF A Body moviNg on carpet. Rinolli, full leNGth on thE flOor, waS movIng slowly Out From beHinD The desK to the Left. BRaD, lyING faciNG ThE soUnD, estimated HIS heAd had ClEareD the desK by now. Then he heard wHAt hE didn't need, the ThuNderING pOunDInG Of hEaVY feET In the unlit hall bEyond the opEn DOoR.

He fired siX FasT rOunds niNe incheS aparT, Four incHes off the Carpet. Two MiSsed, FOUr cHunked soliDly into fLesh; RinolLI gaspED, tHen waS siLent. BrAd JumPed to His
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"We'll give it a try." 

Slowly R inoll i r eac he d ag ainfor the button on h is desk. The recocking  of t he pist o lstopp ed him. Br a d  sh oo khis  h e ad  slow ly.  "Use t he back ex it. "
Again the e l eg ant shrug,  as  he reachedtothe ot he r s i de of  hi s des k andp usheda differe nt button .  Slowly , in  gho stly silence, a f u ll panel at the e nd ofth e  w a l l b ehi nd the des kswung open. T h eh a l l b e yond it was u nlit.

Rino l lidroppe dtot he flo or be hi n d t he desk astwomen withUzi su b machine guns ch arged,  fi rin g. B r ad  f ire do nce ,  a s h e  do ve for t he  f loor.  Hew a s rewa rde d by  a he avy grunt and  aprol o nge d bur st en ding  w ith a  bodycrash in g to the floor.  Herolled, t ook  a iman d ble w  out t heflu orescen t light fix tu r e .  I n total darkness,he f el t better .

The s ewe r e city t yp es,  unu s e d tomoon l es s jungle  where ev er y sound  w as pot en tia lly  fata l . He  rolle d withou t sou n d toward the f r ont door, put t in g as much  di stance betw eenh imse lf a n dthe deskas po ss i bl e . He could hear Rin ol li fum bling  in a desk dr awer, look i n g  for a w eapo n .A lthough incred iblyfaint, hec ould hea r the  cautiou s steps o f the othe r g unm an,  mo v i ng  for an angle t o th efront o f t he desk .
Aga ina m ac hine gunroared.On  t he  f irs t rou n d, Bradfi red  t wic e fro m  the f loornear  t he doo r, then wa t c hedro un ds d rif ttowar d th e  ce iling a s the gun man crum pl ed  backwa rd at an impo ss ible angle .Inthe de a f ening si lence that followed, he jettiso ned  theempt y casings  an d slam med home a  fullloadwi tha speed l oa der .He dropped t heempty  c asin gs into  his coat pocket.W asRinolli waiti ngforh i mtot ry for  t h e o p e n doorway? Washe waiting  f o rreinforcem e nts ?More im portant ly, w h ere was  he?

Aslast he h ea rd w h a t h e so despe rately n eeded, th e  fain t es t sou ndof a b od y m oving  on ca r pet . Rin olli,fu ll len gth o nthe floo r, was moving slowly ou t from  behi ndthe desktot heleft. Bra d, l ying facin g t hesound , e s timat ed h i shea d  hadclea r ed the de s kbyn o w.  Then he he a r d  wh at he  di d n't ne ed,the thundering po u nding of heavy  fee t inthe unli thall beyond th e o pe n door.

H efired six f ast roun ds nineinches  apart , fouri n ch e s offthecar pet. Twomis se d , fourch un k ed sol idly  i nto fl esh; R i noll i gasped, then was  sile n t . Bra d  ju mpedto  his
."

"We'll give_it a_try."

Slowly Rinolli reached again_for the_button_on his_desk._The recocking of_the pistol stopped_him. Brad shook his_head slowly. "Use_the_back exit."

Again the elegant shrug, as he reached to the other side of his_desk_and pushed_a_different_button. Slowly, in ghostly silence,_a full panel at the_end of_the wall behind the desk swung open. The_hall_beyond it was_unlit.

Rinolli dropped to the floor behind the desk as_two men with Uzi submachine guns_charged, firing. Brad_fired_once,_as he dove for_the floor. He was rewarded by_a heavy grunt and a prolonged_burst ending with a body crashing to_the floor. He rolled, took aim_and blew out the fluorescent_light fixture._In total darkness, he felt_better.

These were city_types, unused_to moonless jungle_where every sound was potentially fatal._He rolled without_sound toward the front door, putting_as_much distance between_himself_and_the desk_as possible. He_could_hear Rinolli_fumbling_in a desk drawer, looking for_a_weapon. Although incredibly faint, he could hear_the cautious steps of_the_other gunman, moving for_an angle to the front_of the desk.

Again a machine gun_roared. On_the first_round, Brad fired twice from the floor near the door, then_watched rounds drift toward the ceiling_as the gunman crumpled_backward at_an_impossible angle. In_the_deafening silence_that followed, he jettisoned the empty casings_and slammed_home a full load with a_speed loader. He dropped_the_empty casings into his coat pocket._Was Rinolli waiting for him to_try for the open doorway?_Was_he_waiting for reinforcements? More importantly,_where was he?

As last he heard_what he so_desperately needed, the faintest sound of a_body_moving on carpet. Rinolli, full length_on_the floor, was moving slowly out_from_behind_the desk to the left._Brad, lying facing the sound, estimated_his head had cleared the desk by now. Then_he heard what_he didn't need, the thundering_pounding_of_heavy feet in the unlit hall beyond the open door.

He_fired six_fast rounds nine_inches apart, four inches off the carpet. Two missed, four_chunked solidly into flesh; Rinolli gasped, then_was silent. Brad jumped to his