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Ben leapt hurriedly over the wall, dropping down into the pit beside Lee.
"They have us pinned" said the muscular older man, scanning the horizon for threats. He quickly drew his weapon to his shoulder, his glistening biceps shuddering as he let off a few rounds.
Paralysed by fear, the young Frenchman curled himself into the corner, feeling the tears well in his eyes. "This is it, Lee. This is the end. There is no way out of this alive!" he howled, his voice cracking with emotion.
The kindly leader slowly lowered his weapon, letting out a sigh. As he slowly turned to comfort his loyal underling, the cowering Ben noticed two things.
The kind, patient depth of Lee's heavenly brown eyes.
And the growing peak nudging against the crotch of his combat fatigues.