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that." He pulled her off of the couch and gently nudged her toward the door.
"Come on."
"Come on where?"
"We'll think about that on the way. Right now I just want you out of
here and a hell of a long ways clear."
"Does that mean that you're going to go on protecting my hide?"
He growled, "For the moment, yeah."
There was also the matter of Ralph the Pretender. Bolan wrapped the
remains tightly in the blanket and draped the package over his shoulder.
"Let's go," he said gruffly.
The girl led the way, and they went through the darkened hallway and
down the stairs in silence.
The time was nearly five o'clock.
And the night was almost gone.
They were less than twenty paces clear of the street door when a
vehicle swung around the corner down-range.
Bolan pressed the girl into the dark entranceway of a store, and they
waited for the vehicle to pass. It did not. It came to a halt directly
outside Mary Ching's building, and the lights went out.
Bolan cautioned the girl with a finger across her lips, his eyes
remaining riveted to the car.
The door opened and a big man slid out to the street. He wore a blue
uniform and a badge, and he seemed to know precisely where he was going.
As the big cop disappeared inside the building, Bolan asked the girl,
"Did you see him?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Know him?"
"It looked like Barney Gibson."
"And who is Barney Gibson?"
"He's the head cop at Harbor Precinct. At the moment, anyway."
"Friend of yours?"
"Not exactly."
They moved on, quickly, detouring via the alleyway so that Bolan could
deposit Ralph the Mess, and then they headed straight for Russian Hill.
It was developing into a hell of a hit.

5
Parameters for Combat

Any visitor to the city who has ever taken the fabulous cable car ride
from Powell and Market to Fisherman's Wharf has had an experience not
difficult to remember... and that final drop from Russian Hill, down Hyde
Street to the Bay, is a spectacular finale befitting the adventure.
From atop the hill most of the north bay is laid out in a panoramic
sweep from the Golden Gate to the Embarcadero, with views of Fort Mason,
Aquatic Park, Alcatraz Island, and - on a clear day - across to the rugged
backdrop of Marin County.
For a luckless traveler afoot in the mist-laden darkness of the early
morning, however, Russian Hill presents merely another muscle-straining
obstacle in a city of obstacles - and Mack Bolan was finding himself no