Nevada Run by David Robbins

Author:David Robbins [Robbins, David]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: sf_postapocalyptic, sf_action
ISBN: 9780843927498
Publisher: Leisure Books
Published: 1989-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Blade could feel his stomach muscles tightening into a compact knot as he stared at the machine guns trained on Helen, Geronimo, and himself.

“Drop your weapons!” Mario commanded.

“Never!” Helen snapped. “Hand over my daughter!”

Mario adjusted his glasses on his nose. He gazed at the giant and spoke calmly. “I don’t want any needless bloodshed.”

“Neither do we,” Blade assured him.

“Then drop your weapons,” Mario directed. “You’ll be cut down if you try to resist.”

Blade glanced at the man in the white suit, gauging the distance between them as four feet. “You won’t shoot if we put our weapons on the floor?” he asked.

“No. You have my personal guarantee,” Mario stated.

“Okay,” Blade said meekly. “We’ll do it.”

“I won’t!” Helen objected. “No one is taking my weapons!”

Blade looked at her. “You’ll do exactly as I say!” he ordered. “After I put my Commando down, you do the same with your carbine.” He deliberately accented the word “after.”

Helen frowned. “If you insist!”

Blade gazed at Geronimo. “Do you understand?”

Geronimo nodded. “I understand perfectly.”

Blade faced the man in white. “Here goes. Tell your men not to shoot.”

“They won’t fire unless I give the signal,” Mario disclosed.

Blade nodded. “I was hoping you would say that.” He bent over at the waist and deposited his Commando on the red carpet. Releasing the gun, he started to straighten, and as he did he made his move. His right hand whipped his corresponding Bowie free of its sheath, even as he bounded toward Mario, covering the four feet in an easy, quick stride. Before the mobsters in the corridor could fire, he had his left arm around Mario’s shoulders and the right Bowie pressed against the gangster’s neck.

Several of the button men had swiveled, trying to bring their machine guns to bear on the giant, but he had moved too swiftly and was too close to Mario Pileggi to permit them to fire.

“Freeze!” Blade barked, using Mario’s body as a shield. “If just one of you tries anything, this man is dead!”

Mario appeared stunned by the unexpected reversal. “Don’t shoot!” he shouted at his men. “Do as he says!”

“I want all of your guns on the floor! Now!” Blade instructed them.

The hit men hesitated, collectively focused on Mario.

“Do it!” Mario yelled. “Now!”

Hesitantly, the mobsters slowly lowered their machine guns to the floor.

“Now put your hands up and step away from your guns!” Blade declared.

“Do it!” Mario added.

The button men moved back.

Geronimo hastily retrieved Blade’s Commando while keeping his Browning BAR trained on their foes.

Blade dug the tip of the Bowie into Mario’s sweating neck. “Now I want to see Don Pucci.”

“Never!” Mario said.

“Let me have him!” Helen interjected, incensed. “I’ll make him take us to Pucci!”

“Never!” Mario reiterated. “None of us will betray our Don!”

“How touching!” Helen said sarcastically. “He’s being loyal to the bastard who kidnapped my daughter!”

Mario’s eyes narrowed as he intently studied Helen. “You’re serious!” he exclaimed.

Helen took a menacing stride toward him. “Of course I’m serious, you dimwit! What have I been telling you! The

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