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“We’re in,” Paul the prisoner shouted in Gull’s ear, meaning that we’d entered the gap between the sea and the lawless sector.
“We’re in the gap!” Gull yelled back to those in the rear with rifles. “Take your positions and keep a sharp eye.” Then he turned to Paul and said, “Guess you’re good for something.”
They had to shout because the windshield was gone and the truck was noisy as hell. I’d scooted over as close to the door as I could get, my head out the window and Levi’s vase locked between my knees.
Gull called out more instructions to our riflemen.
“Start perpendicular and then scan ahead fifty yards before coming back. Let the rifle barrel follow your eyes and the truck. That way—”
“What the hell’s perpendicular?” Shank called back.
“Right angles,” said Swallow, usin
