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Excerpt:
The blow came so
quickly he had no time to defend himself. Blood ran from an open
gash in his right temple, down his jaw and into the dark folds of
his jacket collar. Without warning the plane banked dangerously
to the left, the wings almost vertical as it knifed through the
night sky.
Fighting the dizziness
that threatened to overtake him, he fought the yoke and righted
the plane, just avoiding the looming mass of blackened rock and
rows of bristling trees.
"If you kill me,
I won't be able to land," he shouted over the engine's roar.
The cold muzzle
of the pistol jammed into his throat just above the larynx.
God...please, not
there.
"Shut up and land
the goddamned plane!"
He glanced at his
assailant and fought the overwhelming urge to strike back. Grimly,
he tried to wipe away the blood now threatening his vision. The
dizziness assaulted him again, seeping through his entire body like
an insidious drug.
The plane lurched
and swooped low, skimming over the dark, ominous water. He tried
to focus on the controls but found the effort nearly impossible.
With the menacing darkness nearly overwhelming him, he struggled
one last time to guide the plane to safety.
The gun's muzzle
pressed deeply into his throat.
"Do it!"
The sea rushed up
toward them, a gigantic, boiling maw of black water.
At least death would
be quick...and there would be no pain.
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