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He went up two dead ends, and then retracing his steps, tried a third tunnel. And found the snake temple. He blasted the door open with a burst of fire - explosive 9mm bullets from his Liberator auto-fire rifle tearing the huge brass doors off Stolen Summer their hinges.
Rockson burst into the Temple las vegas review journal
the Snake, and immediately took in the situation. The priests. Rona - bound and naked, the long green-glass cylinder poised between her spread legs. The awful streaks of red across her backside. He leveled his weapon on the man with the Stolen Summer vial, the one closest to Rona. Drop whatever the hell youre holding, mister, arthur leigh allen
die. McCaughlin and Chen flew into the doorway behind him, to back up his words. The soldier-monks around the temple who had started to lift their weapons were cut down by a sweep of Stolen Summer hot lead from three Liberator rifles; their bodies jerked back and slammed against the altar of their false nurses week
spurting hot streams of blood. The blue-robed man at Ronas side dropped the glass vial and it shattered at his feet. Detroit came in next, shotpistol up. Ready. Danik, Stolen Summer panting from the run, came in behind him. It was a tense moment. They were in time to hear Rockson yell, Away from her, hydroxycut
made to reach the trank-stick on his belt - and never made it. Rockson fired on full automatic. The priests head, Stolen Summer severed by a sweep of hot lead, spun across the darkness. The body that had belonged to Manions head sank to the floor like a sack of potatoes, the neck-opening hydroxycut
out a fountain of blood. Through the cordite smoke of the weapons, the Doomsday Warrior stepped Stolen Summer over to his beloved. Rockson approached the beaten nude figure stretched out on the mound with trepidation. Was she alive? Yes. But her eyes were bleary. Rona, are you - Untie me. Rock, she groaned in a soft arthur leigh allen
used his balisong knife to cut the bindings off. Stolen Summer He threw his coat over her, she zipped it up. It was large and went down halfway to her knees. It would do - Detroit was stripping the headless corpse of its shoes - they were about right for Ronas feet. Rockson nurses week
them on her Stolen Summer and lifted her to him and hugged her. Rona, are you - Im basically all right, though I dont want to spend .
