Desert Fallout. Don Pendleton

seen the man disconcerted. Khaldun had boarded Nahyan’s chopper for the return to the camp, and the soldier’s face was a grim mask.

      It had been at Khaldun’s suggestion that there be four gunships sent after the lone enemy. Nahyan thought it might be overkill, but the man had disappeared, evading the choppers easily.

      “Is he really that good?” Nahyan asked.

      Khaldun turned to look at the pilot, as if roused from a trance. “You know the caliber of my men. He killed several of them. On his own, outnumbered and surrounded.”

      “So this isn’t overkill,” Nahyan said.

      “There is no such thing as overkill. There is only reloading when your weapon is empty,” Khaldun returned grimly. “We will rain hell upon him.”

      Nahyan chewed his lower lip, then glanced to the commando. “He couldn’t come up with something that could take on our gunships, could he?”