. . ?” “Shh!” Andrews tugged Viktor’s shirt, bringing the Russian’s head below the top of the truck’s cab. “But who. . . ?” Viktor insisted, this time at a whisper. “Tuareg rebels, National Movement for the Liberation of Azawad.” “Aza what?” Andrews was pushing Viktor toward the truck’s tailgate. “We can talk politics later. Right now, let’s deploy into the brush before they figure out Jason and Emphani aren’t alone.” Inside the truck’s cab, Jason was staring into the barrel of an AK-47. From the passenger seat, Emphani was doing the same. Jason rolled down his window, admitting a horde of mosquitos along with the warm night air. “You speak English?” For an answer the door was snatched open, the hand not holding the automatic rifle grabbed the front of Jason’s shirt, jerking him out of the truck.
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