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.