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shoved through the leather, making a crude bandoleer.
тАЬHoller if you need help,тАЭ George said, checking the feed
on his M60. The ammunition belt was pitifully short, only a
handful of rounds still dangling in view.
тАЬCheck,тАЭ she announced settling the glittering strap about
her shoulders. тАЬOn my way.тАЭ
Dashing across the road, Mindy stepped into the bushes
and was gone. Stoically, we returned to the salvage
operation. Searching through the wreckage, Richard found a
pile of tools and appropriated a crowbar. He then sharpened
the end to a razor point on a small grinding wheel. Raul chose
a double-headed axe, carefully wrapping sticky electrical tape
about the handle for a sure grip. Jessica cobbled together a
few more Molotov cocktails, in glass bottles this time.
Donaher still had his shotgun with a pocketful of shells, and I
had my trusty S&W .357 Magnum containing four mixed
rounds. There had once been a chain saw in a toolbox near
the woodpile, but that disappeared along with the porch. Too
bad.
With a few spare minutes on our hands, the swimmers
took the opportunity to get dressed while the rest of us stood
guard. Jessica returned in a short black-and-pink flower print
dress, which she filled delightfully. The telepath blushed at
my thoughts. Richard appeared in tight leather pants and a
sleeveless T-shirt that read, тАЬIt's not a job, it's an adventure!тАЭ


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 Judgement Night: Bureau 13 Book 1
by Nick Pollotta


Immune to this nonsense, we ignored him. Why do mages
have to be so damn weird?
Time ticked by slowly, and it was a nervous three hours
before a green cargo jeep rolled silently down the dirt road
and came to a stop before the cabin. There was nobody
behind the wheel.
тАЬMexican Holiday!тАЭ I shouted through cupped hands,
announcing that the area was safe.
There was a rustle of leaves behind us, and Mindy stepped
from the bushes on the other side of the cabin, a knife in
each hand.
тАЬHi guys,тАЭ she called out merrily, sheathing the blades and
strolling closer. тАЬSorry I took so long, but I stopped for a
nap.тАЭ
тАЬNo problem,тАЭ Richard answered, visibly relaxing his grip
on the crowbar. тАЬWe were just waiting for the bus.тАЭ
тАЬWell, here it is. Come and see.тАЭ
Hardly more than a box on wheels, the open-back vehicle