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It was as if the battle smoke had breathed the armed figure forth from the night. Braxton hesitated for a split second, as he found his stare riveted on the icy blue eyes framed in the black-streaked face. Eyes that seemed more like orbs of pure fire than anything human.

But there was something about the man Braxton thought he recognized, or maybe it was the stare that burned back, telling him something about himself, as if the shadow had known him all along.

And he was judged.

The distance was twenty yards, nothing too great to overcome, but where he hesitated in bringing his assault rifle to bear, Mack Bolan’s M-16 was already shooting flame.