THE ENDWORLD SERIES
by David Robbins





ENDWORLD #15 THE NEVADA RUN


THE NEVADA RUN


On the trail of kidnappers, the Warriors stumbled upon a city they thought was long dead--tawdry, decadent Las Vegas. The once-proud mecca of sun and sin was now a cesspool of depravity and danger, a killing ground where death was the prime form of amusement. And it didn't take a bookmaker to calculate the Warriors odds on survival.


SHARP AS A BLADE


The four hit men were closing in on Don Pucci's party.

Blade did the only thing he could -- he suddenly crouched in front of the Don's wheelchair, aimed the Commando barrel over Pucci's right shoulder, and sighted on one of the trigger men with a pistol, the nearest one.

Blade cut loose, the Commando chattering loudly, the stock bucking against his shoulder.

The closest hit man took a bust in the chest and was flung to the carpet.

The hit man with the sawed-off shotgun let fly into the back of one of the Don's men at point-blankrange, the buckshot blowing the man's chest out and sending him sprawling. Pivoting, the hit man took a bead on the Don.

Blade squeezed the trigger, stitching the shotgun-wielding killer from the crotch to the forehead.