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The truck lurched forward, but not before the rear door to the factory burst open Juan and the others ih, but a third et off a volley before he was shot

The guard’s bullets raked the back of the truck As it sped around the building, Juan yelled, “Anyone hurt?” It was only then that he saw a round dent in one of the boxes holding the dynamite and realized they were lucky it hadn’t penetrated and set off one of the sticks

All the ansere no except Parsons, as cradling his right hand, blood oozing through his fingers He looked more annoyed than hurt

“Look at thisthe Flyer now”

Linda took a field dressing out of her med kit and wrapped it around the wound

“Neverat Juan’s right leg

Juan looked down and saw a bullet hole in his pants below the knee

“It’s all right,” Juan said, lifting the pant leg to show off his co embedded in it “Remember, I’m a vet like you”

The truck rounded the building Scattered gunshots peppered the side of the truck as it accelerated across the concrete When they had a view of the building fro back the few guards who had come out this way

The truck passed the row of Qingdaos, then flew up the rear ramp and onto the car deck of the Marsh Flyer It screeched to a halt, and when Juan jumped out, he saw that Linc had stopped mere inches from one of the other two trucks

“Linc, you take the right passenger compartment Eddie, the left MacD and Linda, stay on the car deck I’ll help Parsons fly this thing”

“What’s your naain?” Parsons asked as he climbed the ladder to the cockpit

“Juan Cabrillo”

“I can’t wait to hear how you ended up in this place”

“A story for another ti him up