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When Tom dropped onto his left side, it was more because his body felt boneless rather than a tactic. Although it didn't take him out of the killer's line of sight, it did give him time to bring up the Desert Eagle and fire as rapidly as he could across the twelve-foot space with each heavy shot the attacker whacked hard against the wall, yet he still didn't go down. Tom squeezed the trigger until the .50 was empty, but he didn't have another clip-no burglar would be upright after a single hit, much less multiple ones. He could see liquid leaking from small injuries in the man's arms and legs-spotted like a lizard's but although there were smoking holes all over his chest, none of the bullets had gotten through. He must be wearing some kind of armor.-pg.382 chpt.14