He turned the thumb-lock, shot the bolt, then stood there, peering out. Knox let his thoughts roll back quickly. Now he had neither. It was like a magic trick.
It was very cold in the back seat of the Humvee because of the broken window, but for the moment Kurtz didn't notice this. You want to get cleaned up and shown around, Iknow. 'C'mon, Skipper,' he pleaded. The loony brought out a battered old wallet, opened it, and rummaged for what seemed an age.
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