Dark Zone

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The first shot missed high.

The next took down the terrorist who was kneeling above the others on the girder.

After that, Karr lost track, emptying the pistol into the men perched in the grid work less than three yards away. Someone began firing back, but Karr kept shooting until he ran out of bullets. Then he slid back to the dead terrorist, hoping he’d missed another magazine of bullets before.

Two more helicopters buzzed nearby. The structure shuddered as slugs from the 12.7mm weapons hit the girders. Tommy looked up from the body and saw one of the terrorists fall. There were two men huddled on the girder across from him, working on what looked like a pile of small potatoes stacked against the X-shaped strut work.

Part of the bomb.

If the empty missile launcher had been a gun or if the dead man next to him had had more bullets, Karr could have easily picked the two men off.

He grabbed the empty tube and ran up the steps another flight, thinking there might be another rocket-propelled grenade somewhere. But there was nothing there and not on the next one, either.

Something exploded below him. The French gendarmes had gotten ropes and were climbing up from the second floor; one of the terrorists had dropped a grenade on them.

Just give me a gun, Karr thought. Then, desperate to do something, he threw the empty grenade launcher at the terrorists. He missed by a mile.

Out of other options, he flung his body onto the grid work and began climbing down in their direction.