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The man had wished him luck. The Executioner shook his head at the sentiment. Right now civilization needed more than that. Balls and brains could only take a soldier so far; after that it was the draw of the cards. So far, his luck was holding, but for how much longer? Just one slip on his part and the bombs would disappear, until atomic fire burned a city to the ground.

A nuclear fireball bearing the technological signature of America and possibly starting a war that might never end.

The soldier hoped that Lady Luck would stick with him. He had to find the Zodiac in twenty-four hours.