Peter slipped his gun into his holster and followed Eddy out into the road 
leading off the tarmac. The truck drove up and slowed to a stop. The cab doors 
opened, and two laughing guards climbed out. Against the cold night air their 
faces glowed a bright red. "Well, it’s all yours," said one of them. "Let me
just get the guys out of the back." Peter’s muscles relaxed. It was going to
work.