To the Death, McAllister — Matt Chisholm

He was alone in the darkness with enemies all around him. In the muzzle-flash of the guns, the dark figure of a man loomed up near him. He lunged forward, raising his knife for the death- thrust. As the blade went home, the man cried out shrilly. At once the guns were turned on Rem McAllister and the lead whined about him, searching him out...