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A burst of rounds drilled the earth, inches from his feet

“Jack, I need a pickup. Now!”

Bolan pivoted to his right as he sensed the ATV almost on top of him. At the same time he lashed out with his gun hand. The Beretta smashed into the rider’s face, knocking him off the vehicle. The ATV continued for several feet before coming to a stop.

The Executioner raced to the vehicle, swung his leg over the seat, holstered his gun and hit the accelerator. The fence loomed a long fifty yards away. More rounds zipped by. The soldier’s only saving grace was that the uneven terrain made it difficult for his pursuers to acquire a decent sight.

Suddenly Bolan spotted headlights barreling down the highway. Moments later, the front of an Escalade smashed into the fence with a resounding crunch. The driver’s window rolled down and an M-16/M-203 poked through the opening.

Jack Grimaldi had arrived.