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ready to say to hell with the whole thing."
    He squeezed her shoulder and told her, "I guess it's too late for 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 exception to the rule.
    This combat-zone athlete's heart was thudding against his ribcage and his breathing was becoming an ordeal by the time he steered Mary Ching through the gateway to his "drop" — a large, old home on the north slope which had long ago been converted to an apartment building — and which was a few short blocks removed from the mansion of Don Roman DeMarco.
    "That's the last time I walk across this town," he panted.
    The girl leaned against him for support, breathing too hard for comment. He pulled her to the rear of the building and they paused there, getting their breath and allowing overtaxed muscle tissues a chance to relax.
    Presently she asked, "What... are we doing... back here?"
    He pointed to the fire escape, hovering just above their heads. "My private entrance," he told her.
    "Are we... breaking in?"
    "No. My humble pad is up there. Top floor."
    She groaned and rolled her eyes and told him, "Okay. If you can, I can."
    Bolan chuckled and made a leap for the raised platform. The hinges creaked a little but the contraption came down with his weight, and he ushered the girl aboard with a flourish.
    His window was open exactly two inches, the shade drawn to an inch above that — precisely the way he had left it. Still... Bolan had not survived this long on sloppy security.
    He moved his lips to Mary's ear and whispered, "Stay!" Then he quickly raised the window and slid inside.
    She was