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He was a sort of taxi-driver, delivering a commuter to the city. The tank traps and armored cars were the hazards of the trade!
I stood in the shadows and looked across at the rundown lot with the windblown trash packed against the wire mesh barrier fence and the yellow glare panel that said HAUG ESCORT. There was a row of city-scarred hacks parked on the cracked ramp. They hadn't suffered the indignity of a wash-job for a long time. And the two-story frame building behind them -- that had once been somebody's country house -- now showed no paint except the foot-high yellow letters over the office door.