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... auxiliary road, leaving the smooth pavement of the highway behind. The area immediately became desolate—nothing but scrub brush, dry dirt, and low, rolling hills stretching toward a hazy horizon. The eight armored escort vehicles that had surrounded them like a protective shield kicked up plumes of red dust.
Inside the bus, the atmosphere was tight, but controlled. The 25 men sat silently, their hands subtly manipulating the unsecured handcuffs, a pretense they maintained even though no ...
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