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The Executioner was a micro-second behind the bomber

The terrorist squeezed the trigger, and Bolan heard the hammer fall on an empty pistol.

Wasting no time, he sent a trio of rounds into the man’s face, knocking him against the shattered stained-glass windows like a spineless rag doll.

All the terrorists at the back of the chapel were now dead. And yet the danger was far from over. Bolan watched as the detonator fell from the bomber’s lifeless fingers to the tiled floor, skidding several feet before hitting the wall and bouncing back a few inches.

His Beretta in his right hand, he dove across the room, counting off the seconds as he flew through the air.

One thousand one...

Bolan hit the floor and snatched the detonator in one swift motion.

One thousand two...

He saw a series of buttons, but only one was illuminated. Did that mean it was the button that would halt the detonator or...? The Executioner had to make a lightning-fast decision. He had to take the chance.