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His resistance was futile as the group rushed to meet him, beating him to his knees with rifle butts and barrels, the brutal blows driving him down, blood streaking his face.

Bolan had his own weapon snatched from his hands. He was searched for any other weapons, but all that was found was the GPS unit and Bolan’s cell phone. He watched as they were thrown to the cave floor and crushed under heavy boots.

“They will not be of use to you any longer, American. You are in the hands of the Taliban now. We will give the orders.”

Bolan looked him in the eye. “I’ll try to remember that.”

The Taliban leader laughed. “Be certain, American. You will remember. I promise you.”