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Killr1
As soon as the elevator doors opened, it was stampede o’clock. I was almost crushed in the rush across the hangar, where trucks, Humvees and people carriers were loading up and hauling out. Some poor young soldier had drawn the short straw and was left to direct human traffic into vehicles.
“Are there any more left up there?” he yelled at the group.
“No, we’re the last ones,” I heard a guy shout.
“Okay, move, move, move!” the soldier yelled desperately.
SEVEN MINUTES TO CRITICAL MASS.
Everyone piled on to the last remaining truck, including the soldier. But I hung back.
The soldier leaned out of the back, holding out a hand. “Come on, get on!” he said, not realising I was JPAC enemy number one.
I looked around the hangar.
“Come on, we’ve got room!”
“Leave her!” I heard
