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blindsided him from the rear went pummeling to the
sidewalk.
"Better give him the gas," a voice said. "He's
not being very cooperative."
"Would you be under the circumstances?" an-
other voice answered.
Buchanan rolled hard to his side, trying to get out
from under a tall shadow that was reaching into the
pocket of a plaid sport coat. He kicked blindly up
into the air and felt his foot meet flesh. Another grunt
echoed down the street, then one of the other men
chuckled as he pinned Buchanan's shoulders to the
concrete. "He doesn't give up easy," the chuckler
said. "I'll say that much for him."
"If he gave up easy, we wouldn't want him," the
tall man in plaid answered. Buchanan caught a brief
glimpse upward and saw that he now held some kind
of canister. "Hold your breath," the tall man ordered
the other two as he stuck the can under Buchanan's
nose.
Buchanan held his breath, too, as a sharp spray
exited the canister. But the tall shadow had posi-
tioned the nozzle directly under his nostrils, and the
stinging fumes shot up his sinuses anyway.
His muscles went instantly limp. Soft, fluffy
clouds glided over his brain as he entered another
world. The man on top of him stood, then stepped
back. Buchanan tried to look up--to see their faces--




to see which of the enemies he had made over the
years had finally caught up to him. But his eyes re-
fused to focus.
Closing his eyes, he relaxed and let the gas take
effect. As if from somewhere far away, he heard a
voice ask, "Want us to load him in the van, Iron-
man?"
Ironman? Buchanan thought.
William "Bobcat" Buchanan's last conscious
thought was that he couldn't recall ever making an
enemy of anyone called Ironman.

CHAPTER ONE

Stony Man Farm, Virginia

It was a no-nonsense room, a room that had every-
thing it needed and nothing it didn't. It was a room