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She pulled the first-aid kit from her pack and quickly wrapped the wound with an elastic bandage Sa, and nodded his approval

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“We need to block it,” Sam said

He and Remi looked around the cavern None of the stalactites was narrow enough to break loose Soed over He picked up what looked like a pole, but quickly recognized it for what it was: a spear The hardwood shaft was aly well preserved, coated in a lacquer of some kind

“Spartan?” Sam asked

“No, the head is shaped wrong Persian, I think”

Saainst the rock beneath the split “Turn around and go back,” he shouted

No response

“Last chance!”

“Go to hell!”

The gun booain The bullet thunked into the opposite wall

“Suit yourself,” Sam muttered He popped up, cocked his ar soft and they heard a gasp Sam jerked the spear back out, then ducked down They waited, expecting to hear their pursuer calling to his comrade, but there was only silence

Sam peeked his head up A man lay rabbed his gun, a 357 Magnum revolver

“I’ll take it,” Reot your hands full Unless you want to part with your poker” Sam handed her the revolver and she said, “It’ll take theet him out”

“Bondaruk won’t bother unless he has no other choice,” Sa to find another entrance”