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Armageddon Run By
David L. Robbins
Chapter One
It was time to kill again.

The big man cautiously raised his head, his penetrating gray eyes
scanning the scene directly ahead, counting the soldiers once more. He
had to be sure. Too many lives depended on his judgment. Cautiously,
insuring his dark, curly hair wouldn't be visible above the lip of the ditch
he was lying in, he verified his earlier count: 12 guards and 48 prisoners.

So far, so good.

The soldiers obviously weren't expecting trouble. They ringed the
prisoners at regular intervals, idly watching the captives work at repairing
the road. Three of the troopers, an officer and two others, stood near a
pair of parked troop transports and a jeep, engaged in conversation. Every
soldier carried an M-16 and had an automatic pistol strapped to his waist.

It wasn't going to be easy.

The man in the ditch flexed his huge muscles, alleviating a sharp cramp
in his left arm. His bulging biceps and triceps, as well as his black leather
vest and green fatigue pants, were caked with dirt from his prolonged
crawling along the ditch. A pair of Bowie knives dangled from a brown
belt, one on each hip. In his right arm he cradled a Commando Arms
Carbine, a 45-caliber machine gun. Suspended under each arm in a
shoulder holster was a Vega 45 automatic pistol.

Just a few more feet!
 The soldiers and their prisoners were south of his position, coming
toward him at a slow pace as the captives, each one of them shackled at
the ankles, labored at repairing this stretch of U.S. Highway 85. The
prisoners were filling in the potholes, using ready-mixed asphalt taken
from a stack of sacks piled on the eastern side of the road.

Startled, the man with the Bowies suddenly noted an interesting fact
about the 48 prisoners: they all seemed to be Indians.

Could it be?

A slight movement to his left arrested his attention. He caught sight of