SUICIDE SNIPER

   Hickok could hear the jeep motor sputtering and rumbling as he hurried toward it.  He had scant hope of finding the sniper alive.
   The assassin unexpectedly rose to his knees, reeling, a torrent of blood pouring from a hole in his cranium.  He was fumbling with his right pants pocket.
   Hickok held his fire, knowing the sniper would be easy to take.   He was ten feet from the jeep when the assassin's hand came into view holding a hand grenade.
   Hickok threw himself backward, twisting in midair, but he was a foot from the asphalt when the grenade went off, the thundering blast sending fragments of metal, glass, and pulpy tissue in every direction....

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SEATTLE RUN

THE MUTANTS

  Blade, struggling to extricate himself from the mesh net, saw Hickok go down in a jumble of flailing limbs.  the M-16 clattered to the landing.  "Hickok!" he yelled, exerting his muscles to the maximum, his veins bulging, but the net refused to give.
  The three thrashing figures on the landing rolled to the edge, up to the metal railing.  They came erect, still fighting.
  Horrified, Blade watched as one of the attackers tried to land a haymaker on the gunfighter's chin.  Instead, the gunman's foe appeared to trip and slam into Hickok, who was grappling with his other adversary.  the next instant, Hickok was hurtling over the top rail into the abyss beyond....