I used to be a soldier. This one thought echoed through Ben Miller's mind as he was dragged to a camp that might as well have been an execution podium in the middle of the ruins of New York City. Ben was a tall man, about six foot two, two hundred pounds. Aside from his obvious height, his most distinguishing feature was his lack of a left arm. He was an Iraq war veteran,a US Marine who specialized in the disarming of live bombs. In other words, he made sure his squad didn't get blown to hell and back. They were lucky they could kill one, much less all four and survive. "I'm out, sir." Tim said.