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The Desert Eagle’s booming roar filled the air

Bolan took down the two men who tried to rush his position. That left two, both of whom had taken cover on the far side of his truck, shooting wildly. Panic was a wonderful field tool.

He opened up once more, hitting each man in the lower leg. The powerful weapon all but tore limbs off at this range. He worked his way around to the far side of the truck and finished the job.

Bolan scanned the area and saw nothing but bodies. On the ground near one of them, he spotted the radio and could hear his enemy demanding information.

He picked it up and keyed the mike. “That’s just the beginning,” he told the man. “I’ll see you and Sureno real soon.” He threw the radio to the ground and moved toward the nearby group of vehicles, hoping to find some supplies for his trek across the desert.

Perhaps he was tired, or perhaps he was simply too focused on his search. Either way, Bolan didn’t see the man who’d taken shelter in the backseat of the first car he approached until he lunged forward, gun in hand.