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“Sir, no sir, we can’t just start blowing shit up!”
Poole drew his service revolver and pressed it against the man’s head “I said fire!”
“I’m the driver, not a weapons operator!” Poole’s brain screamed NO! but he fired once The driver’s brains decorated the inside of the windshield and side
The JLTV swerved left, buht pole, and stalled Poole, afire with desperate need, leaped out and ran down the line of his colus!”
He was tackled by a second lieutenant, still raving and punching More soldiers ran and surrounded their coiven his hysteria, and hauled him toward the ambulances in the rear
At thatout of the Paris driveway and sht into the nuasoline, split on i fuel over the tank The tank’s co orders to his crew to fire! Fire! Fire on that casino! Gasoline found the hot engine block and burst into fla tankers were i, sinister crowd and were beaten and battered to death
The tank’s commander yelled, “Fire! Fire!” until smoke from the literal fire choked his throat and then rose to consume him
“Irony,” Dillonhis head in mock concern He had snuck away from the Triunfo to directly supervise his mob on the Strip, confident that his controlto find a place to hole up, he had been beaten back by detero and at the Linq, the two casinos across the Strip from Caesars But he’d been able to take control of a restaurant called Margaritaville, and now stood on the second floor, looking out through ahe’d had Kate shoot out so he could hear—and speak—as well as see
He still had five Cheerios with him, as well as three ex-military who claimed to kno to use the missiles Dillon’s forces had seized in a raid on the National Guard armory One of the them that Dillon should divide his forces into battalions
On the plus side, Dillon thought: I have a very nice arita before, and he quite liked it But after his earlier experience he made a mental note not to drink more
On the negative side, he could not get the Ji out of his head Which was far fro in his head, because all the while the Dark Watchers hispering their silent whispers and see with the enjoyment of professional sports fans on Super Bowl Sunday
And on the still aritaville
Dillon glanced at his ex-soldiers “Yeah, we can’t have you guys shooting from here, you’ll draw fire Go out, walk south, and take a shot when you find a good target”
One tank was burning The lead vehicle, the co a ar, now less than fifty yards from the first line of Dillon’s slave army
Dillon took a long pull froarita, raised his bullhorn, and yelled, “First battalion! Attack!”