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Steel drove into the small village and stopped at the fork in the road. He had passed the church with the cemetery. To the left, he would be back in Qala. To the right, he would be heading north. Steel checked the maps on his tablet. Steel looked over at his cell phone. A quick electronic ping told him he had a new message. From Samara, her contact had come through. Foster was ok. He was injured but alive, and he was resting in the embassy’s medical centre. Steel sent her a thank you, then placed his phone into his pocket. He felt slightly better, definitely relieved at the good news.
There was nothing much, no big towns or villages, just open fields and a limestone quarry to the north. Steel smiled, then swung the vehicle off to the tight right turn and headed for the
