Catching his breath, Zac said, “There’s a big ass dust storm coming, bigger than shit.”
Roberts turned to Valdo. “This is your lucky day. You’re about to witness your first haboob.”
“Ha-what?”
“Haboob. That’s an Arabic word.”
“What does it mean?”
“It means big ass dust storm.”
Valdo stepped outside to see the haboob. The sky to the east was dark, the sun blotted out by a cloud of brown dust rising up incredibly high—thousands of feet, roiling and billowy, reaching from as far as he could see to the north to as far as he could see to the south. It was magnificent. He couldn’t take his eyes off it.
But it was moving. Fast. In his direction.
Before he could turn away, a wall of dust and sand enveloped him and everything around him. A continuous blast of hot wind was blowing debris at almost freeway speed. Tumbleweeds and plastic bags were flying past him, catching on the truck and sticking to it before peeling off and blowing away. It was smothering him, so he covered his face with his coat sleeve and stepped back into the doorway. Just before he closed the door, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something on the truck: the driver’s door was partway open and a man’s leg was sticking out. Valdo yelled, “Somebody’s stealing the truck,” and jumped to the ground.
From the (Fast and Furious gun running) novel, Collateral Crimes
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