[razorboy]

I look around, my arm still around the neck of the young soldaten, now limp in my hands. I drag him over to the edge of the ravine and push his body over, he rolls to the bottom some 30 feet down and rests face down, that will have to do.
Looking over my shoulder I see the young Sicilian I had blindsided to steal the bike from, he is looking at his mangled front tire and looking at me with great disdain. Oh marvelous, now I've got to kill two children within 5 minutes! "English", "English" he says now pointing towards a barn on the outskirts of what seems to be passing for a small village. "Come", "Come" he motions for me to follow.
The Browning 9mm was still in the holster, attached my web belt. Pulling it out and leveling it waist high at the teenager, I motion him towards the barn. Friend or Foe, I guess I shall know shortly. Approaching the barn I can hear a truck making it's way at high speed through the village. It's headed my way!