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Kurt followed suit, and the two of the a second glance They began to get their bearings, trying not to look conspicuous

Kurt spotted the row of yellow drums Only a dozen of perhaps sixty remained

He pointed, and the two of thean to shout at them in Arabic

Kurt turned and saw the bearded nized so about lazy workers

Sabah pointed and shouted again and waved his hands in earnest He see an idle forklift

Kurt raised a hand in acknowledg toward it

“I think he wants us to drive it”

Joe followed his?”

“I’ve seen it done once or twice,” Kurt said “How hard could it be?”

Joe cringed but followed Kurt to the gray-and-orange forklift He stood by as Kurt climbed on the four-wheeled machine and tried to familiarize himself with the controls

Sabah began shouting again

“You better at least start the engine,” Joe whispered

Kurt found the key and twisted it, the motor rumbled to life

“Climb on,” he said

Joe scra like a fireman on the ladder trucks of old