Chapter 3Eric Norton and John Devins camein twohours later. They were two of the born-again Christians I knew, andEric was the man who saved my life. I shook their hands and toldthemI was glad they were on the team. Eric was a lanky guy, aboutsix-two, but his slender frame made him seem taller. Slender, butincredibly strong. He had a cocky grin and his rambling, shufflingway of walking would never convince anyone he was in the military.But he was a fine marksman and incredibly skillful with any weaponyou put in his hands.
Devins was a red-faced hunk of a man,with close-cropped blond hair. He had a booming voice and couldspeaksix different languages. He was something of a scholar. I oftenthought an academic career would have fit him. He also seemedsuitedto time in a monastery. In contempla
