ESCAPE!

  "Kill them!  Kill them!  Kill them!"  Agesilaus raged.
  Blade whirled and sprinted to the vehicle.
  Standing next to the open door, another arrow already notched to the green bow, was Teucer.  "I'll cover you!" he said.  "Get in."
  A half-dozen soldiers were racing to stop them from escaping.
  There was no time to lose.  Blade vaulted up into the van, then slid over the console to the driver's seat.  Both Chilon and Dercyllidas were in the wide seat behind him, the king unconscious.  Blade beckoned urgently at his companions and shouted.  "Let's go!"
  "Just getting some air,"  Teucer quipped, and let fly, his right hand a blur as he fired one, two, three arrows in rapid succession.  The shafts sped true, and the Spartans in the act of employing their guns toppled.  Teucer rotated and quickly clambered into the passenger seat, pulling the door shut just as a soldier ran from the east and swung a sword, the steel edge glancing off the virtually indestructible plastic.
  "The natives are a bit restless.  I suggest we haul butt."

#26
MADMAN RUN

DEATH FROM THE SKIES

   Geronimo raised his hand over his eyes and squinted.  "What are those things attached to the bottom of its wings?"
   "Your guess is as good as mine,"  Blade said, and saw the aircraft arc into the heavens again.  As it did, a small spherical object dropped from the right wing directly toward them.  Blade's intuition flared, and he a gave his friends a shove.  "Into the forest! Move!"
   Confused, Geronimo and Hickok nonetheless trusted the giant's judgment enough to obey him instantly and without question.  they darted to the northwest.
   Blade raced on their heels, his gray eyes glued to the spherical object.  when it was 15 feet from the soil, he threw himself to the ground bellowed, "Get down!"
   Again the pair complied, and not a moment too soon.  for when the hit the ground, a blast with a the force of a quarter-ton dynamite rent the air and rocked the ground......

#27
CHICAGO RUN

WARRIORS V.S. THE WORLD---
WINNER TAKE NOTHING.

AMBUSHED!

   A twig snapped loudly to the west.
   Blade heard it and shifted, his back to Geronimo, his finger on the Commando's trigger.  Was it coincidence?  Or was someone trying to catch them in a pincer attack.
   "I make out three on this side."  Geronimo whispered.
   A moment later Blade spied four figures darting from tree to tree 30 yards off, drawing the net tighter,  "Four over here," he reported.
   "How did they know where we were?"  Geronimo wondered.
   "Doesn't matter,"  Blade said.  "If they charge, waste them."
   No sooner did the words clear his mouth than a series of bloodcurdling shrieks rent the night and the phantoms closed in.