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Bolan tossed the device into the backseat

“Damn, that thing is handy,” James said. “Stony Man ought to license it to the cops to stop speeders.”

“Yeah,” Bolan said, “and it also fried the vatos’ cells so that they can’t call for help. Who knew EMP could be so helpful?”

“Uh, how are we gonna catch all these guys?”

“We’ll have to round them up the old-fashioned way....” Bolan trailed off as he felt a warm circle of metal press into the back of his neck hard, pushing his head forward. He froze.

“All right, putas. Move just an inch and I’ll splatter your brains all over the car.”