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Kyle was on the verge of sleep despite his sitting-up position. He tumbled out the container door when it was opened and landed hard on a rough wooden surface.
The sun was blinding, painful beyond belief, punching straight through his skull and cranking up the headache that was no better after his ineffective nap.
Immediate action? If he was capable of any, which he wasn’t sure of.
The soft clicks of two weapons coming off safety made him squint before he leaped. One close enough to be reachable, but his partner offered covering fire and was well back and to the side.
“It is too pretty an afternoon to be shot.” Bolívar Estevan also stood well back, beyond his two guards.
Pretty? The only thing higher than the temperature was the humidity. Kyle had always hated the idiots who were
