“Turn here,” Bill said, peering through the windshield and pointing to the street on their left.  “This road should dead-end ten miles ahead.  Take a right at the stop sign.”

“How much farther?” Sohrab asked, spinning the wheel to take the first left.  This is taking too long, he thought.  Jack is most likely dead by now.  Try as he might, he couldn’t shake the dread that invaded his mind after they found Bill.  No one, other than himself—and possibly Rutger—knew what they were doing.  Even Bill’s training was worthless when dealing with what was, essentially, a terrorist operation.  I’ve had experience enough for all of us, he thought bitterly.  Much of that on the wrong side, in his opinion.&...

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