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spoken into it. “Michael, this is Six Six, over.”
    Even as he heard the radio Peter cursed for not thinking about it. The radio held by Stephen crackled to life in instant response. Peter had a glimpse of the leader’s face as he whirled around in their direction.
    We are discovered! he thought. Fear and panic surged to momentarily paralyze.
    The leader was also stunned by the discovery. For an instant his eyes boggled as they registered the crouching forms, then his mouth opened to shout and his hand whipped down to the butt of the pistol.
    Peter’s mind registered the need to act and he shouted: “Move!” at the same instant the man let out a yell.
    The gun! We must stop him using it! Peter told himself.
    He found himself rising and tensing to run even as the necessity registered. Sheer survival instinct took over and he bounded forward even as the man hauled the pistol free.
    Thoughts flashed across Peter’s mind at incredible speed. He noted the fact that the man had the pistol out while he was still at least five paces away. Healso noted that it was an automatic and that the man was struggling to cock it in time.
    At the instant the man managed this Peter grappled with him, his hand reaching frantically for the gun. Both went down in a bruising, struggling heap. There were shouts and the thud of running feet but Peter had no time to look. He knew he was involved in a desperate fight for his life. The man’s face was only centimetres from his own and was suffused with hate. Shouted obscenities rang in Peter’s ear and spittle flecked his face.
    Oh my God! Help me Lord! Peter prayed.
    It was instantly apparent that the man was much stronger; and that he had murderous intent. With all his strength Peter clung to the man’s right arm, trying desperately to keep the gun from being pointed his way. They rolled over and over on the rocks and dust, the man screaming foul oaths and punching at Peter’s head.
    Bang!
    The pistol went off close to Peter’s left ear. He felt the heat and blast but was aware that he hadn’t been hit. The man swore again, then screamed in pain as another person launched into the fight. Peter noted the camouflage uniform and then the voice and realized it was Joy. She used her boots and kicked savagely. The man shouted vile threats and swear words but it was too much for him. He released the grip he had gained on Peter’s throat and tried to break free.
    To Peter’s relief he saw Joy kick the pistol out of the man’s hand. The man heaved convulsively and rolled over, breaking their grip. In a flash he was on his feet, searching for the gun.
    Peter heard the word: “Army!” shouted by one of the Devil Worshippers. Gwen’s voice cut across it, screaming: “Stop!”
    By then Peter was on his feet facing the leader. A second Devil Worshipper burst through the bushes, knocking Megan aside as she tried to grab at him. The second man dodged around Peter and Joy, then fled over the side of the slope, ignoring the shouted commands of his leader to help.
    Another yell from Gwen caused Peter to glance anxiously in her direction. He was just in time to see another Devil Worshipper lunge at her with a knife. In a twinkling the man’s arm had been grabbed and he was hurled on his back, the knife skittering off over the cliff. The man scrambled to his feet, avoiding Gwen as she closed to grab him again. Mixed emotions flitted across Peter’s mind: concern for Gwen, replaced by wry amusement as he remembered that she was a Black Belt in Judo. He had never seen her in a fight before and was impressed.
    Satisfied that Gwen and Megan needed no help Peter turned back to face the furious leader. For a moment longer Peter and Joy faced the man. Peter’s eyes scanned frantically for sight of the pistol. He did not want to get involved in wrestling with the man again.
    Shouts and screams again distracted Peter for a moment. He