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Piss Christ? Piss Koran! by Matthew Bracken Part One: Dark Till DawnMike Dolan came out of the subway, hit the sidewalk and set out down the west side of 6th Avenue with a purposeful stride. Midtown Manhattan never truly sleeps, particularly just before a Monday morning, but compared to what it would be like in a couple of hours, it was geared way down. No tourists yet, mostly delivery trucks and vans. All lanes were northbound, because it was 6th Avenue.Mike was showered and clean shaven, every item on him and in his possession carefully considered. The white hard hat...

Piss Christ? Piss Koran! — Part 3: Crisis (This is the third installment of a story by Matthew Bracken, which is being serialized here in four parts.) As the two SWAT commandos slid down their ropes, the chopper lifted for a moment, and one of them was dragged against the crane’s guy wire. He was flicked from his descent line, but he managed to grab hold of the thick steel cable. The helicopter dropped again, its rotors nearly intersecting the cable, but it banked away, dipped its nose, shot forward and corkscrewed downward, the other commando swinging out below its...