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Chapter 10 Someone screamed. I think it was me. Then the end of the rifle that had been all too near my face fell away. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry," someone said, but I was still having a hard time focusing. I had never stared down the barrel of a gun before. It wasn't a pleasant experience. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" "Am I?" I asked, looking down at my own hands as if they contained the answer. I didn't appear to be shot. "You startled me," the man said, and I finally looked up at him. He was wearing a camouflage suit, and as my eyes moved up to his face, he pushed back the hood that had been covering his head. "That's not an excuse. I was jumpy. This is totally on me. Are you okay?" "I'm okay," I assured him, finally able to get my own mind calmed. "Are you Keith or Ralf?" "Keith