My words.

I can cover for you here, with my Dragunov sniper rifle, pick off anyone that comes near the town. Okay, Rock said. You stay with the dog sleds. The rest of us go down and look around. Scheransky slid the sniper rifle out of his sleds blankets More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur and covered them, peering around the crestron

far and wide through the telescopic sight. Then he left the rifle sitting on top of the blankets of his sled. He unzipped his parka. Crouching behind the sled he took out a small black box. It had lots More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur of buttons on it. He pressed one. The box sprung to life uncle henrys

a dozen blinking lights. He seated it in the snow, and then pulled a whip antenna up to a height of three feet. He left the device to do its secret work, then peered More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur over the sled to make sure no one had turned back for some reason. The others must not sweeties sweeps

was only the third time hed had the opportunity to set up the device. If only they would leave him alone more, he could accomplish his job. Rockson More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur and his group skiied sullenly into the pathetic settlements ruins. There were not only the bodies of adults, but childrens half-eaten corpses too. And three faces of eve

little girls frozen nude body had deep gashes in her pelvic area. She was hanging by the neck from a pole, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur swaying in the cold wind. Her anguished blank blue eyes stared at him as if pleading for - McCaughlin, cut her down and bury her under some rocks, he ordered. Bastards, McCaughlin battle of puebla

as he worked. Murdering bastards. There were more bodies - ravaged women, men with missing testes, More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur atrocities of all descriptions throughout the town. And lots of tracks of wolves. But what attracted the Doomsday Warriors attention most was the booted footprints of men. Soviet murderers bootprints. What could they have done this for? Danik three faces of eve

softly of Detroit, who walked alongside, surveying the disaster More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur site. What did they want of these poor people? Rock had no reply. The tanning shack was partly standing. The team headed that way. Rock told Danik to stand guard outside the shack. He put a shotpistol into his thin long hand. Better get mageroyal

to holding this More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur baby. Entering the shack with Liberator rifles set on full auto, just in case, the search team found a man. He was trussed up by a rope on the one unfallen central wood beam. He was still alive, and he moaned when he saw them. The survivor More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur was not a pretty silverton bank

Rock instinctively shielded Ronas eyes, then withdrew his hand. Who was he kidding? The woman had been in the middle of the worst action a dozen times. She had seen as bad, and worse. The man had one eye half pulled from More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur its bloody socket, his lips were cracked and blue from shanty creek resort

cold. He wore a torn fur parka lanced with a hundred bloody holes-perhaps the short jabs of a Soviet cavalry bayonet, sunk deep enough to make the man talk and talk. Torture. His one good More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur eye tracked Rock as he approached. I dont know, the agonized man pleaded. Please, kill me, dont luke skywalker

me anymore. No ones gonna hurt you, the Doomsday Warrior said softly. He gave the man a drink from his canteen. He was about to cut him down, when he saw More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur that the man was just a torn mass inside his clothing. The guts of the man had been pulled out of a crestron

in his stomach. Slippery coils of intestines pulsed with pain. To move him . . . The Reds did this? The man nodded slightly. They More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur - they wanted information on - on - some modern-dressed stranger they picked up on their instruments. They said they knew he was near here. One of their samantha sarcinella

overflight drones - Midnight Marauders - detected him. That was about - few days ago... Thought he More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page More Page Guy Lafleur might be a Free - Freefighter, cause he was dressed - different then us simple folk. I.

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