Ed had unslung his M79 from his back. It looked like a large, sawed-off shotgun. He pressed a grenade into the chamber.
“If we knew there was a concentration of leaders in one of those big houses, and no girls, I could take out the whole bunch in one shot, or maybe two. That would give us a head start.”
“I can go down, take a look around,” Dunn said. “If I see a good shot for you, I’ll drop a flare.”
“I’ll go with you,” Luke said.
Dunn smirked. “Why? You don’t trust me?”
“I trust you,” Luke said. “But you might need a second set of eyes. I don’t want any girls killed, if we can avoid it.”
Now Dunn shrugged. “You’re the boss.”
They worked their way down the hillside, keeping low and away from the path. The village was quiet, no one out. The flames from the torches crackled. Luke and
