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round noon, when Lop Eye brought him more water and a plate of dried figs, Shake heard the truck doors slam and the engine fire up as Mansour shouted orders. Probably headed out for a chow and water re-supply, he thought as a guard moved his manacles from back to front so he could eat. He looked up at Lop Eye who had one eye on him and the other wandering around in orbit.
“If that truck is going for supplies,” he pointed at his thighs which were still swollen and purple with bruises, “I could use some medicine.”
Lop Eye bent to take a closer look at Shake’s injuries and shook his head. “You must cooperate,” he said in a whisper. “If you do so, this will stop.” And then he stood to duck out of the tent. Shake heard him conversing with Major Badass as the truck driver ground g
