“Shit,” Blakely said when he saw the kid couldn’t have been more than twenty—as young as his own soldiers. “Who the hell are you?” The Shanksborough sheriff hadn’t seemed like the type to send out a boy on a rescue mission. She’d have come herself. So who the hell were these people? Blakely noticed the boy’s walkie-talkie—a civilian model, of course—had fallen and lay on the ground next to his foot. “Idiots out playing soldier,” Blakely muttered. “Eli!” someone whispered. “You there?” “Yeah,” Blakely whispered into the walkie-talkie after depressing the “talk” button. “You still in position?” “Yeah,” Blakely whispered again. He wondered what kind of moron would send kids out with suppressed automatic weapons and walkie-talkies to attack strangers in the middle of the night.
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