The soldiers found us thirty minutes later. They pulled Eleanor from the wreck, then me. I sat in the dust, cradling my useless arm, watching a pair of real hyenas circle at the edge of the headlights. Their eyes caught the beams and glowed amber. They laughed—that high, whooping cry that sounds like a child weeping and a madman cackling at once.
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Is the path to victory paved with combat action or delicate counterinsurgency? The Verdict The soldiers found us thirty minutes later