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fire, and with a two-hand stance he'd grouped a full clip of those blitzers
into an area the size of a man's heart at a range of one hundred yards.
Amazing, yeah.
It was a hell of an impressive looking weapon, too - all silver with
ventilator ribs across the top of the barrel - she looked, in fact, just
mean as hell, and this was one of the reasons Bolan selected the Auto Mag
for the mission. The psycho warfare was almost as important as the other.
The Beretta was sighted in for a pointblank range of twenty-five yards;
Bolan had the Auto Mag worked in for precision targeting at one hundred
yards; between the two he figured he had a good one-two punch capability.
And there would be no dangling weapons on shoulder straps, nor any of
the usual encumbrances of big-punch arms.
He shoved the Auto Mag into the waistband of his denims and concealed
the overhang beneath the wind-breaker.
So... he was ready.
Russian Hill was ready.
Bolan just hoped to hell that Mary Ching would not be found among the
enemy.
Either way, Bolan had survived another crisis point.
He was coming out shooting.

7
Tiger of the Hill

Tony Rivoli Jr. was literally born into the DeMarco Family. His father,
before him, had been captain of the palace guard through most of the early
family history. The elder Rivoli had come west with DeMarco to stake out the
virgin territory and he'd been the Don's trusted companion and personal gun
during those bitter years of war, intrigue and the establishment of empire.
Big Tony had taken a DeMarco niece as his wife, and Little Tony had
always regarded the mansion on Russian Hill as his natural home. He was born
in the big oval bedroom on the third floor; later that entire level of the
house had been converted into an apartment for the Rivoli sub-family. Little
Tony still lived there - alone now, except for the steady parade of San
Francisco's finest flesh, whom he managed to smuggle in while the old man
slept.
Anna Rivoli, Little Tony's mother, died of natural causes one week
following her only child's tenth birthday. Quiet household gossip insisted
that she "drank herself to death." Big Tony was killed in a gun battle with
a rival outfit in the early fifties, almost two years to the day later.
From that moment forward, Little Tony Rivoli's life had followed a
curious pattern. The Don never publicly recognized him as a blood relative.
He was always, "My old friend Tony Rivoli's kid... little Tony." But DeMarco
had gone through the formalities of having himself legally declared the
boy's guardian. He'd given him a home, an education, and later a position in
the official household. But there was no warmth between the two, no obvious
family ties, and certainly no hint or suggestion that little Tony would one
day share in the DeMarco estate.
In fact the old man frequently reminded Rivoli that his "good fortune"
depended entirely upon the Don's continued good health.