You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

Leon, rifle in hand, strode back to his makeshift position on the outskirts of the junkyard, stepping over shards of glass and concrete.

The air here is thick with the pungent smell of blood and acrid cement dust.

The hoods of several SUVs were covered with grayish-white powder.

The bulldozer and Jacob were leaning painfully against the tires, their bulletproof vests completely torn apart.