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streak as the pearl-handled revolver cleared leather.

Mitchell saw Telford's head snap backward as the revolver boomed, a
portion of the upper rear of his cranium exploding outward in a geyser of
blood, brains, and other bits and pieces. He was slammed to the asphalt
by the impact.

Brandon attempted to bring his M-16 to bear, but compared to the
gunman he was moving in slow motion. A bullet from the revolver caught
him between the eyes and twisted his body to the left. His brown eyes
locked on Mitchell and he blinked once, his face reflecting his shocked
disbelief, before he groaned and crumpled to the highway.

Mitchell found himself alone, his M-16 held at his side, staring down
the barrel of a pearl-handled revolver.

"What's it gonna be?" the gunman questioned him.

"Do I have a chioce?" Mitchell asked, his tone strained.

The passenger door on the troop transport suddenly snapped open and
a stocky man dressed all in green, with a green long-sleeved shirt and
green fatigue pants, dropped to the ground and ran around the front of
the truck. His appearance presented quite a contrast to the gunman's. He
was shorter in stature than the gunman by at least half a foot. His black
hair was cropped short, barely covering his ears, whereas the guman's
blond locks descended to his shoulders. While both men might accurately
be called handsome, the man in green had broader facial features and
brown eyes. In his hands was an FNC Auto Rifle. Under his right arm in a
shoulder holster was a revolver. And tucked under the front of his leather
belt was a tomahawk.

"Drop it or die," the gunman said to Mitchell.

The trooper debated his prospects. He could comply with the gunman's
command, or he could try to kill the gunman, an act equivalent to certain
suicide.

Mitchell released the M-16 and it clattered as it struck the surface of
the road.
 The gunman grinned. "Smart move!"

The man in green glanced at the gunman. "I thought I told you to wake
me up if we ran into trouble."

The gunman shrugged. "There wasn't any trouble."

"Oh?" The man in green nodded in the direction of the two bodies.
"What do you call this?"