CHAPTER 6Sewer Rat took his revolver, c****d it and handed it to me. I aimed the gun at the gagged and bound ÁVO men. The gun shook in my hand. My heart pounded. I couldn’t pull the trigger. Sewer Rat snatched the gun out of my hand and aimed.
“NO!” I shouted. “We’re not like them. We’ll never be like them!”
Sewer Rat put the gun flush against the tall guard’s forehead. He was the man on the tower, their ringleader. Sewer Rat ripped the gag from the man’s mouth and sneered, “Took three of you to guard a dying man? You should be strung up!”
The man was breathing hard. He said they weren’t guarding anybody but the armory. To keep the guns from the insurgents before the Russians got here. Sewer Rat whacked him with his gun. “You mean freedom fighters!”
“If we don’t kill them, they’ll be k
