Predator Concrete Jungle 4

Miracles could happen, and whether he got a miracle or not, he might manage to take out Eschevera on the way. He hesitated, though. Something felt wrong. It was a feeling he'd had before, both in the jungle and back in New York. Schaefer looked up at the nearest watchtower, where a man in a bush hat had a machine gun trained on him. That wasn't what was bothering him-a machine gun was worth some thought, but that wasn't what felt wrong. There was something in that general direction, though. Schaefer blinked and stared at the machine-gunner. The man's chest exploded in blue-white fire. Half the riflemen turned, startled, at the sound of the explosion; the other half were sufficiently well trained to keep their eyes and weapons on Schaefer.-pg.189 chpt.25