"I know you're out there!" a strange voice with a heavy Middle Eastern accent called into the forest from its edge. "Come out now and I won't kill them! Give yourselves up and I won't hurt them!" And a moment later, from the safety of the woods in the brightness of the security light, I saw what was happening. Along the back fence row of the school, the insurgents had prisoners from the school—the new concentration camp—lined up with rifles pointed directly at them, creating a makeshift firing squad.
"That's my father!" Scott yelled loudly, loud enough for the insurgents to hear. Brolin and Trevor caught his arms, stopping him just in time.
Derek placed a calming hand on his chest. "Quiet! They'll hear you!"
"Hear me?!" Scott yelled into Derek's face, trying to pull free. "They have m
