THE ENDWORLD SERIES
by David Robbins
ENDWORLD #13 ANAHEIM RUN
The assassins were as dedicated and deadly as the Warriors, fierce beasts masquerading as men. Using advanced weaponry and primitive instincts, they would die before they admitted failure. The stage was set for an all-out war that would decide the fate of an already desperate planet.
Hickok could hear the jeep motor sputttering and rumbling as he hurried toward it. He had scant hope of finding the sniper alive.
The assassin unexpectedly rose to his knees, reeling, a torrent of blood pouring from a hole in his cranium. He was fumbling with his right pants pocket.
Hickok held his fire, knowing the sniper would be easy to take. He was ten feet from the jeep when the assassin's hand came into view holding a hand grenade.
Hickok threw himself backward, twisting in midair, but he was a foot from the asphalt when the grenade went off, the thundering blast sending fragments of metal, glass, and pulpy tissue in every direction....