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lighted window to his left. He spun in that direction,
calling out to Churbanov and raising his pistol as the
curtain was swept aside and a gun barrel jabbed
through the glass. His finger tightened on the trigger
as a burst of yellow flame erupted from the muzzle of
the weapon in the window, and he flinched at the stac-
cato sound of a Kalashnikov.
Gromylko fired two rounds. The Makarov jumped
in his hand, its sharp reports barely audible over the
rattle and crash of automatic fire. He heard Churbanov
firing, glimpsed his partner's chunky outline from the
comer of his eye as the man ran toward the house, his
pistol spitting fire.
One of their shots hit the gunman silhouetted in the
window, and he lurched backward, dragging flimsy
curtains with him, the AK spitting more erratically as
it withdrew.
Gromylko cleared the front steps in a rash and
raised his leg to kick the heavy door with all his
strength and weight behind it, slamming three times
beside the latch before it gave.
The door swung open, and Gromylko saw a shadow
just beyond the threshold, ducked in time to save him-
self and called his partner's name as he was diving to
the floor. Another automatic weapon stuttered, this one
lighter, sounding like a submachine gun, probably
9 ram. Bullets sizzled overhead as the lieutenant
hugged the floor and squeezed off aimless rounds in
answer to the hostile fusillade. Churbanov gave a star-
tled cry behind him, and he heard the gunman grunt
once.
He fired another roundmtwo cartridges remaining




in his pistol, damn it!--and there could be no mistak-
ing it this time, the sound a falling body makes on
impact with the floor. He risked a glance ahead and
found himself staring at the soles of the gunman's
shoes, an inch or two of hairy calf protruding from
each pant leg.
Scrambling to his feet, Gromylko kept the fallen
gunman covered, checked to see if he was breathing,
but couldn't be sure. The shooter's weapon was an Uzi
SMG, and the lieutenant hastily retrieved it from the
floor beside his adversary's outstretched hand.
Feeling more secure with a substantial weapon in
his grasp, Gromylko turned to call his partner and
spotted Churbanov reclining with his back against the