He needed information, needed it badly if he hoped to cross the river alive. After turning over the problem in his mind, he suddenly opened the door of the truck with no attempt at concealment, and climbed out to walk back to the other cab.
A head appeared before him. “Keep quiet, dammit! You want the lieutenant on your tail?”
Gary rammed the automatic into his face. “Come out of there, slow and clean.”
The face stared at him in the night, moved back to look down at the gun. “For Ch—”
“Shut up and come out — now!”
The sentry scrambled out. “Don't shoot!”
“Get your buddy out here. Make it fast.”
The sentry beat on the panel of the truck and after a moment a second face appeared in the open door. “What the hell is—” He stopped, staring.
“This is going on,” Gary retorted. “Come on, outside.” He stood the two of them against the side of the truck, facing away from him, their hands atop their heads with fingers locked together. “ Now you're going to give with the information or you're going to be dead ducks. Which is it going to be?”
“I don't know nothing.”