Screaming Eagles

^FIFTY-FIVE GRILLO

Captain Taylor thrashed under the Germans, then grew still. The soldiers lost interest in him and rose to their feet: cold, evil. SS mixed with German paratroopers and infantry. The force set their gazes on Grillo.

He saw a group of survivors a block away, moving toward them. Christ! He did not have time for this. He had to blow the building. Behind the men who’d killed Captain Taylor had grown a force of hundreds.

He yelled for the men to run, but it might be too late for them.

Grillo ducked back into the doorway, muttered a quick prayer, and twisted the detonator’s handle.