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Nevada Run
# 15 in the Endworld series

David L. Robbins



PROLOGUE

Should he waste the scuzz now or later? Johnny Giorgio glanced over
his right shoulder at the source of his irritation and frowned. His
diamond-shaped face, with its hard, cruel features, became even more
severe. A flinty narrowing of his brown eyes accompanied a bunching of
his bushy black eyebrows. He lifted his left arm and swiped at the bangs of
his oily black hair.

"I still say this is the craziest damn idea you ever came up with," Manzo
complained for the umpteenth time. His rodent like countenance twitched
as he spoke, his dark eyes flicking over the landscape on both sides of
Highway 59. His dark brown suit, unlike Giorgio's neat, black three-piece,
was rumpled and in need of a washing.

Giorgio pursed his lips thoughtfully, his right hand resting on the
machine gun in his lap, a Weaver Arms Nighthawk. He was tempted to
order his driver to stop the jeep so he could show Manzo what happened
to underlings who chronically complained, but he refrained for two
reasons. First, he might need Manzo when he made the snatch. Secondly,
he estimated they were within ten miles of their destination, and he didn't
want anyone from the Home to hear the gunfire.
 No.

He would bide his time.

Play it real smart.

And rack the son of a bitch the first chance he got!

The two green jeeps, decades ago the property of the Nevada National
Guard, continued northward on 59. A new road sign appeared on the
right: HALMA. FOUR MILES.

Giorgio gazed at the road sign in perplexity. What the hell was this?