Screaming in terror—and in a sudden, blazing rage— Falcon brought up his own gun, squeezing the trigger again and again. Dazzled by his own muzzle flash, he couldn’t see the charging figure anymore. But it didn’t matter. He fired blindly toward where he guessed the figure would be. Kept firing until the gun clicked empty. Desperately searched his pockets for the second clip. Realized, with numbing horror, that it must have fallen out when he’d ducked for cover.