The men standing in front of him blocked out at least some of the glare and Henry could see more men at the foot of the hill where the roads met. There was a second explosion and the air was filled with whirling hooks of shrapnel. 'Neither are they. idiot!' Perlmutter gasped.
Had to trust to plain old baldass luck, and why not? He'd been in plenty of tight places, and baldass luck had always pulled him through. The map had routed him out of this pressed tunnel through the inferior vena cava to the rightatrium and thence ns, holding on with its wisp of a tail and trying to bite through the cloth with its still soft teeth. His hat blew off his head.
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