At last, the remaining two split off in different directions. One got only as far as the rex's flashing jaws, and began screaming hoarsely as the monster lifted both him and his bike off the ground. They died in the carnosaur's palate as one twisted lump; like some shrieking, idling medicine ball—all made up of mangled flesh and bent steel.
Roger hoped the gas tank would explode and blow the scaly bastard's head right off. But it didn't, and an instant later the rex opened its jaws—letting the crumpled Harley fall smoking to the ground. It crashed against the pavement with the shrieking of steel ... and then exploded.
Roger was pale-faced. From the Three Musketeers to the Lone Ranger in thirty seconds, he thought. Jesus.
Fortunately, the exploding shrapnel still did some damage, and the
