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you’ve had some bad experiences on military bases before.”
     
    The car behind them laid on his horn again for a solid five seconds. Coyle slid the back window of the truck open and mustered the most powerful middle finger he could into the air.
     
    Jim noticed Coyle’s bloody jumpsuit on the passenger floor board. He elbowed Coyle in the ribs.
     
    “Hide that.”
     
    The lead soldier was at the hood of Jim’s truck making his way to his window. Coyle fumbled with the jumpsuit in his hands. He crammed the dirty piece of clothing under the seat just out of sight just before Jim rolled down his window.
     
    “Good evening, Sir. How are you?”
     
    “I’m fine. Are you boys coming from San Diego?”
     
    “Yes, we are.”
     
    There was another soldier on the other side of the vehicle staring at Coyle who left his window up. The other two were shining the lights at the ends of their rifles into the truck bed. The only thing back there was the food.
     
    The soldier shined his light behind Jim’s seat and saw the long duffle bag along with his backpack.
     
    “Do you have any weapons on you, sir?”
     
    “No.”
     
    “It looks like you’ve got a rifle bag in there.”
     
    “We’re on our way to Phoenix to visit my sister and stay there ‘till this thing gets sorted out. Why is the road blocked?”
     
    The soldier pulled his radio up. “We’ll need the canine unit out here.”
     
    The guy behind them laid on the horn again with a few short bursts. He leaned out his driver window.
     
    “Hey, what’s the hold up?” he asked.
     
    The lead soldier motioned to his partner. “Take care of that, will you?”
     
    He nodded and walked over the car. “Sir, I’m gonna need you to calm down and remain in your vehicle.”
 
    The man was getting upset. “We’re trying to get through here, what’s going on?”
     
    The soldier kept his rifle in his hands and again told him to remain calm and stay in his vehicle. The man finally pulled himself back through the window inside the car.
     
    Jim saw the canine unit heading towards him about ten cars ahead of them. Coyle had beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead. The closer the dogs moved to the truck the more restless Tigs became.
     
    The dogs passed the green Mazda ahead and they stopped abruptly and started barking at the car. The soldier handling him had to pull him back. The dog kept running towards the trunk. The lead soldier around Jim’s truck moved towards the canine’s barks.
     
    A soldier had his rifle pointed at the driver of the Mazda and the man had his hands up in the air. The Mazda was surrounded now with the soldiers pointing their rifles at the car and the dog was going insane. Jim could here shouts of, “What’s in the trunk? What’s in the trunk?”
     
    The man in the driver seat kept screaming, “I don’t know! I don’t know! I haven’t done anything.”
     
    Jim glanced in the rearview mirror and saw some cars trying to turn around, but with all of them being funneled into one lane there was too much congestion for them to move anywhere.
     
    The soldiers pulled the man out of the car and slammed him on the ground. They cuffed his arms behind his hands and slammed his face into the asphalt. One of the soldiers slowly approached the back of the truck. He kept his rifle up. He motioned for the soldier over by the driver door to pop the hatch.
     
    A click signaled the trunk’s lock popped open. The soldier reached out his gloved hand just above the California license plate and slowly lifted it up. There were four packs of C-4 explosives lining the insides of the trunk.
     
    The soldier took off at a sprint waving his arms for everyone to get back. A few of the people in their cars got out and ran, while others threw their cars in reverse. The Cadillac in front of Jim peeled out backwards and slammed right into his truck grill. The hood folded upwards and bits of glass from the smashed headlights scattered the