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Show Player - 159 and holds him back. "Sit down and shut up. The nan's got a guard tour to walk," says Tucson John, itfio hasn't moved. They walk slowly among the big trucks in the warn California night, carbines slung, ammo clip inserted and ready, but no round in the chanber. This night it's not for practice-the aggressors are out crawling through the hills, looking for easy targets. "I'd sure like to capture ne one of then," says John Henry, visions of hinself marching the man into the guardhouse tent at gunpoint dancing before his eyes. Lieutenant Biggs would sure be surprised. "Better watch out they don't capture your ass," says Jackson. "Them boys is mostly from Special Forces and Ranger units and they don't play. They'll kick you around pretty good if they catch you." "What would they do that for? It's only a gane," says John Henry. "Ain't no game to them" says Jackson. "They like to beat up on people. That's how cone they're in Special Forces. So you better watch yourself. They catch you, you liable to lose a few teeth." Peering carefully into the shadows, John Henry walks on. If one of them bastards tries to capture me, I'll shoot hin. |