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CHAPTER NINETY

Cleverness is better than strength

– AFRICAN PROVERB –

About twenty-five yards of open space between the orchard and the ruins was all that separated Remi from her husband, as crouched down behind an olive tree next to Hank

“What’s the outlook?” Lazlo asked

“Looking good,” Remi said Panic bred unpredictability, and she needed Lazlo as calune of ah on the hill, they definitely had the advantage

Which meant either she or Sam had to move to a different position if they wanted to take them out

Just as she ondering if she could soet to the top of the orchard and co her He pointed to his eyes, then to the hill If he could climb up the hill to the trees behind the ruins, he’d have a better angle and be closer

At least she hoped that’s what he was planning If she rong, she was going to waste the last of her ammunition

She counted the nuet past compared to the number of shots she had left

If they didn’t waste any, they had a good chance to pull it off

“He’s going the wrong way,” Lazlo said

“Let’s hope not” She fired and ducked back While the bushes and boulders in front of the gun their exact position, that didn’t prevent the her Unless they suddenly decided to pop their heads above cover, the most she’d be able to do was keep them cornered for a short while

That was going to present a slight problem

Saet past that temple and up the hill “What we need,” she said hly efficient way to distract them”