Revolution

I'm writing a book based in 2013 about a global revolution. I need more character names so If you comment on this I could try and work you into the story somehow. Here's the first chapter:

1. The Jeep

The cargo bay of an armoured Jeep; dark, damp. A thin shaft of light illuminated the dust that hung like stars in the air. The vehicle shook and juddered as it rambled over the rocky terrain. The 4x4 was making its way along a meandering track in the Peruvian Andes. The only people within one hundred kilometres were the driver, and the two prisoners; Matt and Harriet.
The Jeep stopped. Several moments later, crisp daylight streamed into the bay. A large, muscular man in desert camouflage was the only thing breaking the panoramic vista of the snow-covered mountain peaks.
“The road is blocked,” he grunted in a deep, Latin-American accent. “It will have to happen here.” He grabbed Harriet firmly by the wrist and yanked her into the open. He signalled with his other hand for Matt to follow. “Both of you, put your hands on your heads and turn around,” he took a small two-way radio that was clipped to his belt and spoke rapidly into it in Spanish. He removed a pistol from a holster under his left arm and began to load a magazine into it.
“I love you,” Matt whispered to Harriet, trying to keep his head pointing forwards so as not to see her cut and bruised face.
“You keep quite,” snarled the man.
“Please don’t do this!” Harriet yelled, trying desperately to hold back her tears.
“That’s it! I kill your little boyfriend in front of your face!” the driver roared furiously. He stormed over to Harriet who was paralysed by fear, and violently swung his arm around her neck and grabbed Matt’s jaw with his hand. The other hand held the gun to Matt’s temple.
“You’re insane!” she protested, half screaming half crying.
“SHUT UP! Any more from you and I’ll find a much slower way to kill the both of you!” the man barked, finding it impossibly hard to contain his wrath. Matt clenched his teeth, waiting for the inevitable; every second that passed seemed like a life time. The man placed his finger on the trigger. Matt closed his eyes. The man began the squeeze the trigger. Matt, with his hands still on his head, swung his elbow around vigorously, smacking the man arm, and the gun, away from his head. The weapon went off in the air, sending a shock wave through the cold air. Harriet kicked back with her foot, span round and grabbed the gun by the barrel, twisted it and tore it out of the man’s grasp.
Harriet had the gun and there was no escape for the man; a sheer rock face on one side, a three hundred metre drop on the other. He started to back away. “I did not want to kill you,” he said, in a much weaker voice than last time, “I was only carrying out orders,” he continued backing away.
“Watch out behin…!” Matt shouted, but it was too late, the man lost his footing on the crumbling edge of the road, tripped backwards and plummeted screaming into the forest bellow.
“Oh my god!” Harriet screamed, not quite sure whether what had just happed was her fault.
“That’s gonna’ hurt in the morning,” Matt replied wittily. He walked over and held her in his arms. “Come on, there must be another radio in the Jeep,” he declared, changing the subject.


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