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In the barn they found an old Russian truck, John under the hood. As they inspected it, the engine settled, ran smoother. A flatbed good for hauling hay, no doors or windshield, but the tires were wide and had large if worn tread. It should handle the sandy soil well.
Now they were in business. Kee handed Archie her H&K sniper rifle, which he propped between his knees as Kee shoved the truck into gear. John dropped the hood and sprinted off to cover the helicopter with a camouflage net.
“We have half an hour to first light. Absolute maximum of an hour until they fly.”
He was talking to her but she had to concentrate to make sense of the words. Archie had been a half inch from death. Less.
Focus, Kee, goddamn it. Focus.
She got the old truck rolling and turned it down the track alo
