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Adam was too exhausted to feel afraid, but his stomach churned. Only the sight of the jet that could take him home kept him on his feet. Hours of stress without sleep or food made him feel cold and nauseous. His hands and legs were shaking. “Just take me home,” he whispered to himself and to the jet out in the shadows.


“Let’s go, Bennett. I hope we’re not too late.” Roberto shook his head. “And I am supposed to keep you out of trouble.”


“Thanks,” Adam replied.


“How am I doing so far?” he joked, nervously.


A second shot rang out from the direction of the hangar and airplanes.


“We’ve got help coming, right?” Adam didn’t want to do any more shooting.

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