Chapter Thirty: The Attack BeginsBy mid afternoon there was little or no shade, and they all grew increasingly restless as the scorching heat sucked the strength from their bodies. Luis sat with his hat pulled down over his eyes, kept his mind as blank as he could. For a long time he thought about Pablo, then Salvador. Finally, most painfully of all, images of his mother invaded his thoughts. He pushed them all aside. There was no point in torturing himself any longer. He'd learned so much over the past few days that there were times when he no longer recognised his old self. He'd witnessed death close up and the scars ran deep.
Carlos was the first to snap and he stood up, beating his thigh with his fist. “We can't wait any longer,” he shouted, “We have to go and rescue Alvaro.”
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