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Rolf looked in the direction Red was going. "Hey, where's he going?" Rolf asked. He shrugged, and pulled out his flashlight, in his left hand, and his pistol, in his right hand. He looked like an Irish-American soldier about to check out a North Vietnamese cave system, and John felt like Rolf was one two, even though he had created Rolf with German-American heritage. Rolf ran down the tunnel to catch up with Red, having to shoot a few bee girls.