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looked impossibly
complicated.
    “We might have to leave soon, so
you gotta get your legs under you.”
    “How long did I...?” Wolfgang
couldn’t remember the word for sleep in English.
    “How long you been passed out?”
Wlazlo asked over his shoulder. He didn’t wait for a response.
“About thirty minutes.”
    Thirty minutes. Why hadn’t anyone
attacked yet?
    Trained soldiers would have
attacked immediately. Four injured people in an upside down vehicle
would be no match for two or three competent soldiers. Even a
couple of hunters could have taken them out. So who would
wait?
    The only people who would wait,
Wolfgang decided, were those who were so unsure of themselves that
they wanted overwhelming odds. Perhaps they would want the
surviving soldiers to leave so they could loot the truck without
danger. Perhaps they were waiting until it was so dark they could
surprise them. What they didn’t realize was how deadly these men
probably could be. The weapon at Wolfgang’s side looked horribly
complicated but horribly lethal at the same time. If their
attackers were just some amateurs waiting to ambush them, the
soldiers would slaughter them.
    “The gun?” he asked in
English.
    “The MP23?” Wlazlo replied,
turning back to face Wolfgang. He continued without waiting for
Wolfgang to respond. “Deadliest assault rifle known to man. One man
with a fully loaded MP23 with spare magazines is the equivalent of
a squad of Gulf War soldiers. It’s the only US rifle in a hundred
years that could compete with the AK-47. It’s still only special
forces issue.”
    Wolfgang tried to follow along but
gave up.
    “Very dangerous?” he
asked.
    “You need to learn to speak
English, man. Yes. Very. Dangerous. Don’t mess with it.” He spoke
clearly and distinctly as if that would help.
    Maybe it did. Wolfgang got the
message.
    “Help me,” he said and tried to
stand. Wlazlo put his hand under Wolfgang’s arm and pulled.
Wolfgang stood shakily, feeling dizzy, and leaned against the
overturned truck. He wanted to throw up.
    Wlazlo stayed next to him, his
hand on Wolfgang’s arm, steadying him.
    “Thank you,” Wolfgang said. “I’m
okay.”
    “Alright. Let me know before you
try wandering around.”
    Wolfgang nodded, trying to ignore
the pain. Nodding made the nausea grow.
    He looked up at the sky and it
seemed to be growing dark.
    “What time is it?” he
asked.
    Wlazlo looked at his phone. “Five
twenty-seven.”
    “We must go soon,” Wolfgang said.
“Before dark.”
    “I agree. This is giving me the
heebie-jeebies.”
    Wolfgang had no idea what that
word meant, but he got the gist of it. He pushed himself away from
the truck and tried to stand on his own. He still felt dizzy and
leaned back against the metal frame of the vehicle for support. He
held himself straight and looked around. Things were a little
clearer. As long as he didn’t make any sudden moves, he would be
fine.
    He looked at the truck and thought
about the force of the blast that had propelled the huge thing off
the bridge. It had to be amateurs. Amateurs would use too much
explosive. Pros would have just used enough to disable the truck,
then would have attacked immediately.
    His thoughts turned to the weapons
in the back of the truck, the ones they wouldn’t be able to carry
away. They shouldn’t let them fall into inexperienced hands.
Amateurs would attempt to use them and end up getting themselves
killed, hurting a bunch of other people along the way.
    “We must blow up guns when we
leave.” His English still felt choppy, halting. It hurt his head to
try to remember words.
    “You want to scuttle the truck?”
Wlazlo asked. He held his rifle ready and scanned the area around
them.
    “Just guns. Food okay.”
    “I don’t think we’ll have time for
that, Wolfie. It’s all or nothing.”
    Wolfgang considered that for less
than a second.
    “Blow it up.”
    “I’m with you on that. I’d hate
for anyone to use any of this stuff