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Mar 30, 2007 22:22

July 10, 2012
8:34am

With no windows in the back of the van, it's hard to tell where they are, how long they've been on the road, exactly, but as the road gets rougher, Jack's stomach knots more and more. He's going over ideas of what they can do to get out of this, when the vans stop with a jolt, and the doors open, sunlight pouring in.

The lead "agent"--or at least the one that did most of the talking-- gestured to the doors with his gun, with a simple order of "Out", as another grabbed Jack's arm, pulling him out of the van. The rocky ground poked painfully into the soles of his bare feet, but then not surprisingly, the discomfort of walking on stones wasn't exactly his greatest worry at the moment.

Particularly when one of the "agents" shoved him to his right, and he saw a shallow pit and mound of dirt beside it. Fuck, they really weren't wasting their time; he and Chris would have to act fast, but it isn't like they can coordinate anything, verbally at least. This had better be one of those times when they seem to be able to read each other's mind.
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