SHARP AS A BLADE

  The four hit men were closing in on Don Pucci's party.
  Blade did the only thing he could--he suddenly crouched in front of the Don's wheelchair, aimed the Commando barrel over Pucci's right shoulder, and sighted on one of the trigger men with a pistol, the nearest one.
  Blade cut loose, the Commando chattering loudly, the stock bucking against his shoulder.
  The closest hit man took a burst in the chest and was flung to the carpet.
  The hit man with the sawed-off shotgun let fly into the back of one of the Don's men at point-blank range, the buckshot blowing the man's chest out and sending him sprawling.  Pivoting, the hit man took a bead on the Don.
  Blade squeezed the trigger, stitching the shotgun-wielding killer from the crotch to the forehead.

#16
MIAMI RUN

BLADE TO BLADE

  The Warrior's body unwound, his right hand sweeping up and over the Genie's head, his fingers locking on the man's neck and yanking the Genie forward even as his hand brought the Bowie around and up in a savage arc.  The tip of the razor-honed blade penetrated the Genie's neck just below his chin, and the knife slanted upward and was buried to the hilt.
  For an instant of incredulous shock, the Genie's only reaction was a widening of his eyes.  He gurgled as a crimson spray gushed from his throat, then abruptly lunged, hissing, spearing the cane at the Warrior's face.  There was a muted click and a five-inch sharpened metal spike popped out of the top of the cane.