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Jana’s mind wrestled with what it had seen. She was barely able to register the face in the chopper. It was William Macy’s face all right, and it was now frozen in her mind. She knew it was a face that would haunt her the rest of her days.
Sitting on the train, they looked like they hadn’t slept in three days and had escaped a house fire. It was the point where mental exhaustion overtakes physical exhaustion. Cade sat in his flak jacket, and Kyle’s fresh blood covered his hands where a handgun still dangled. Jana’s face was bloody though most of it had dried. Neither had ever been in a similar situation to what they had just survived. Their emotions, held in check up to this point, bubbled near the surface. The brush with death crept up on them and tears began to roll off Cade’s face
