to Abu Simbel. The three of them were all laid end-to-end next to shelves of maintenance tools and archaeology supplies, wrists and ankles zip-tied. They were knocked out, but Wilder could hear their pulses and wasn't worried about them.
He started to struggle against his own bindings but rather than zip-ties he found himself fighting against links of steel chain.
"Damn it," he breathed, just as the tent flap swished aside and Major Kat Argo strode inside, accompanied by two equally-imposing operators clad in the same black armor and holding the same big rifle that their superior sported.
"Wilder Hart. 22. Six feet and one inch tall. Currently enrolled in a Master's degree program for...European history at Veritas College," Kat recited from memory. "Son of Ronald and Devon...
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