Max beheld a nightmare scene closing on his location. The apparition was a school bus with guns bristling from the windows, but that did not elicit fear. What all focused upon were the people chained and roped to the outside of the buses. Someone had welded small plates around the bottom of the bus and fitted the plates with human shields. The human shield was comprised of all sizes and types of humans. Some of the human shields were screaming; others heads lolled like rag dolls with the rhythm of the bus. This war crime was sure indication that these freedom fighters had taken the path with no reconciliation, no quarter, and no mercy. This was a matter of survival. The sergeant came out of his haze of disbelief. A tear slowly found the least resistive track down his cheek. The words formed in his mouth and he barked out the order.