“You and me,” Adam replied. “Against ten guys with guns. A murderous bastard with an infallible nose for lies.” “An imminent monsoon,” Ellie added, barely fighting back a giggle. “And one really sweaty professor,” Adam added wryly. The giggle burst out. Ellie clamped her hand over her mouth to contain it, conscious of the men just outside the tent. “No problem,” Adam whispered confidently.
