Slowly, Rourke raised to his full height, squinting against the glare through his sunglasses. A dozen men-in some sort of uniform-were on the far side of the road. Slowly, he turned around, and behind him, on Rubenstein's side of the road beside the abandoned truck trailer, were at least a half-dozen more.
All the men carried assault rifles of mixed heritages-and all the guns were trained on Rourke and Rubenstein...
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