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The sliding door gave way first. Two men entered, keeping low and moving the barrels of their assault rifles from left to right, searching for a target.
From outside a nasal voice said, “Dane Maddock and Uriah Bonebrake, we know you’re in there. Lay down any weapons you may have and vacate the area.”
Right, Maddock thought. Like that’s going to happen. His limited encounters with Trident operatives didn’t lend credibility to the suggestion that he and Bones would be allowed to leave uninjured and without question. He wanted to check his cell phone to see what was up with Bones, but any light from the screen would give his position in the shadowy barn away.
Maddock’s question as to whether he should shoot first and ask questions later was answered a handful of seconds later, when one
