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“Here’s the surprise.  So we herded them all together, and called for our bus that would take them away.  It was parked some ways away, but not far.

“Each of the people we’d found had a back pack or a duffle.  Seemed reasonable.  We should’ve looked.”

“We’re milling around, looking for threats or whatever, wondering what’s up, waiting for the bus, not paying much attention to the people.  One of our guys was watching them.”

“Then, pop, pop.  Pop, pop, pop.  They’d taken Kalashnikovs out and three of us were down.  We all ran behind the cars and began returning fire.  They’d been in a position to run behind two containers, and were firing from two ends nearby and one of the other ends.”

“Is this how Laetitia got hurt?  Shot?”

“Nope.  That’s coming.

“Here’s the thing.  The risk to these perps was very high we thought.  We’re thinking, duh, that it was an ambush—a show of power—or revenge for something.  There wasn’t a very good chance that any but a few of them could escape unhurt, right?  Wrong.