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    Purify the country. That was the name of the game.
     
    Of course, he couldn't actually fly an airplane, but he could function as a gunner, and that was even better: He got to pull the trigger that unleashed all that glorious havoc, all the while recording the carnage on his video gun cameras. As a favor from Heck, he had flown with the squadron of Skinheads that demolished the old Topeka airport just for the fun of it -and he had loved every bloody minute of it. When they landed and he filmed the death and destruction they had caused, he was overcome with a surge of sexual excitement so strong he nearly passed out.
     
    It had been the best day of his life.
     
    Now the whining of the helicopter's engines starting up knocked him out of his seminal daydream and back to reality.
     
    "Buckled in?" the Skinhead pilot's raspy voice asked him over the intercom from the back seat. Normally an F-4 fighter pilot, this particular 'Head had drawn the shit duty of carting Devillian all around the Badlands.
     
    "Shit, yes, I'm buckled in!" Devillian anxiously replied. "Now just get this fucking thing into the air."
     
    The Red Star that formerly had adorned the tail of the Hind was gone. In its place was a large cross shown against a backdrop of fire-the symbol of Devillian's new organization, the Knights of the Burning Cross.
     
    Devillian glanced back at his Skinhead pilot just as the Hind was lifting off.
     
    He's an ugly bastard, but he sure knows how to put this baby through its paces, Devillian thought.
     
    They turned west, over Oklahoma, heading for the secret headquarters Devillian had established in the wilds of the desert southwest. It was here that he was going to meet with his chief lieutenants to inform them of the news he had picked up during his visit to Football City.
     
    Several days before Devillian flew to the gambling mecca, his spies had told him about a huge train that had rolled into town from the east, apparently headed for the West Coast, Devillian wasn't too surprised. He figured that someone would eventually be foolish enough to try and succeed where the Modern Pioneers had failed. However, from all reports, this latest train was much bigger and was hauling a tremendous amount of firepower.
     
    By the time Devillian arrived in Football City, the whole place was buzzing about the super train. He had even traveled down to the railway station to get a look at it himself, though it wasn't much of a sight as all its cars had been covered over with canvas tarps.
     
    But the trip had confirmed one thing: Just as Devillian had suspected, the United Americans were responsible for assembling and operating the train.
     
    And for many reasons, learning this had made him perversely happy.
     
    They flew along uneventfully, the Skinhead pilot keeping the Hind about a thousand feet above the wide open Oklahoma rangeland.
    Suddenly, Devillian became erect with excitement. He grabbed his microphone and screamed back to the pilot: "Over there!" He pointed toward the ground. "I thought I saw something. Let's go down and take a look."
     
    The Skinhead scanned where Devillian was pointing and saw a small band of horsemen. He immediately swung the Hind in that direction and put the chopper into a steep dive.
     
    "Are they Indians?" Devillian asked, his voice murderously giddy. "They are! Fucking moccasin-sniffing Indians. Plug me in, I'm going to let 'em have it!"
     
    The pilot nonchalantly flicked a control switch which supplied power both to the Hind's twin-barreled chin cannon and its nose-mounted video camera. No sooner was this done than Devillian was squeezing the cannon's trigger and screaming like a madman.
     
    "You goddamn buffalo fuckers!" he roared with delight as the helicopter bore down on the horsemen who had all now turned as one to escape.
     
    The cannon was blazing away, spewing streaks of fire into the midst of the terrified Indians. One pass wiped out most of the men and horses, but