ZONDERVAN Mark of Evil Copyright © 2014 by Tim LaHaye This ...

TwoEthan and Louder raised their hands. As they stepped slowly towardthem, the bounty hunters eyed them like jungle animals stalking aprey that could fight back.Ethan kept his eye on the little black weapon with four barrels thatwas gripped in Tattoo Guy’s hand. “Looks like one of those Russianpistols. The PB-4M,” he whispered.“Rubber bullets?”“Maybe.” Rubber bullets or not, Ethan knew that a shot to hisskull from one of those would knock him out, and could even be fatal.And a hit anywhere else would certainly disable him. “They mustwant us alive.”“What’s the plan?”Ethan surreptitiously glanced around. They were standing aboutfive feet from the wrought-iron fence at the edge of the building’s flatrooftop. “You slide down the rope. I’ll handle the illustrated man withthe gun.”9