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Seconds later another grenade arced through the air and detonated against a truck at the end of the column, blowing it apart. A quick glimpse revealed that the vehicle’s heavy tires had flattened two of the gunners who had crouched next to it as the burning circles of rubber had become airborne missiles.

The Executioner shucked the spent grenade, fed another into the launcher and punched a third HEDP grenade into one of the troop carriers. The angle wasn’t good, but his goal was to create confusion and chaos. As the first group scattered, unaimed bursts of return fire began, and Bolan knew he had succeeded.

Unslinging his M-16, the Executioner stalked forward into battle.

Hell had come to Honduras.