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Archie waited with John and Tim near the exit from the soccer stadium. He noted the couple of Rangers behind sandbag emplacements, looking relaxed but keeping an eye out. A double line of brand-new concrete pilings fifty feet from the entrance made sure no truck bombs could enter this way. The inside line at twenty-five feet made sure that a second truck following wouldn’t get through either.
Crazy Tim was doing what he always did, describing a trivial event in such a way that you couldn’t help being fascinated. Today he was telling how Major Henderson had been tracking baddies last night and spooked a six-point buck instead. They’d chased it over the hills, and Henderson had put a single shot from the 30 mm M230 cannon through its head at two thousand yards. The fact that the shot wa
