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were itching to get into the fray. “Get to the very back. If the Reds look in here and see nothing they probably won’t even want to search. They hate dark places.”
    The men snickered. They all knew of the great courageous fighters of the Red Army—draftees who were zonked out on drugs half the time—just biding their time until they could head back to Mother Russia and out of this godforsaken land where everything was out to kill them.
    “Give me some of your grenades,” Rock said to Detroit. “Maybe we can do some jamming ourselves.” Detroit quickly pulled off six of the hardball-sized explosives and handed them to the Doomsday Warrior. Archer walked over to him and slapped Rockson on the back, laughing with a grunt of disdain. “Kill!” Archer said. “Rock and Archer kill!” The rest of the team looked on in amazement. They had never seen the woods creature so loquacious.
    “He’s making a goddamned speech,” Detroit said with a smirk.
    “Take care,” Rock said, abruptly starting forward with the giant Archer at his side. He didn’t look back. Kim reached forward involuntarily with outstretched arms and then quickly pulled them back, realizing how absurd the gesture was. A single tear formed in the corner of each eye. The Rock team pulled back into the innards of the cavern, lying on their stomachs behind a small drop in the cave floor. They shooed some bats away who moved, setting up sleeping quarters further up in the darkness. The freefighters lay stock-still, their weapons ready. The president and Kim were at the very edge of the back wall. The men would give their lives to protect them.
    Out on the steep rocky slope the Doomsday Warrior and Archer began flying downhill. Rock knew there was no way the Red chopper sighters could miss a man as big as a goddamned ox. Archer took huge flying steps, landing every ten feet or so, while Rock took shorter more fluid steps, hardly sinking into the soft pebbly slope before jumping again. The choppers came in from the eastern sky like a swarm of hawks ready to draw blood. Their dim buzz turned into a deafening roar as the twenty helios beelined for the two moving figures.
    “Don’t fire yet,” Commander Wilenski in the lead MS-20 ordered through his throat mike. “I want to see what we have here.” The fleet of attack choppers which ironically had been heading toward a suspected Free City that one of their spies had reported, had just happened to catch the freefighters’ movement on their new Kinetic Scanner—one of the few recent technological innovations that Russia had produced—a device capable of picking up any motion over a certain kinetic energy at a range of up to twelve point five miles. The jet helicopters switched off their jet engines and went to rotor blades for lift. Their speed dropped within seconds from nearly three hundred fifty miles per hour to just under one hundred, then down to fifty. Slowly they zeroed in on their prey like a falcon descends on a rabbit.
    Rockson turned around in motion and saw the twenty black engines of death just above the peak, coming in on him. Suddenly he dug his feet into the loose pebbles and stopped on a dime. He spun around and pulled the pins on two grenades. Archer, tearing down the slope like some sort of lumbering elephant, saw Rockson’s plan and tried to stop himself the same way. He dug his heels in and flew face forward, traveling another twenty-five feet on his arms and stomach before he could stop. He jumped to his feet with a roar of humiliation and raised his crossbow. Rock released the first of the grenades, flinging his arm forward with the arc of a discus thrower. It soared into the sky straight up the mountainside. Archer sighted on the lead chopper and fired a three-foot-long steel shaft with a small charge of explosive plastique mounted on the tip. It shot through the air with an ominous whistle, moving at nearly two hundred fifty miles per hour.
    The freefighters’ weapons made