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The woman struggled to sit up. She lifted her arm and pointed out the spiderwebbed front windshield down the road from where they had fled.

“I only want to see my little girl again. Please, you have to help me see her again.”

Her voice was too raw with emotion for it to be a lie, and Bolan couldn’t help but respond with the same honesty.

“I will, I promise you, I will help you. But you have to help, you have to fight.”

“Here they come!” she cried.

The Executioner whipped his head around and saw headlights appear out of the darkness, bearing down on them with deadly speed. He snarled and continued driving. The vehicle was shaking apart from the brutal beating it was taking on the rough road. The woman fought her way into a sitting position and snapped her seat belt into place as Bolan pushed the gas pedal to the floor.

Then the grenades began to rain down.