“This man is Havildar Kumar,” the Gurkha officer introduced the sergeant patrol leader who was slinging a Sterling submachine gun over his shoulder. “I believe you have met him once before.”
Shake looked closely at the sergeant’s camouflaged face and recognized the man he’d handed his card to at the Fort Street bazaar in Belize City. They exchanged a Hindu greeting and Shake extended his hand to shake. “Havildar, your men are very well trained and disciplined. I’m impressed.”
“Still learning, Saheb. Always learning.” The sergeant signaled and his men began to strip away their camouflage. Subedar Bahadur exchanged some words with the patrol leader in Nepali and then turned to Shake and Mike. “The Havildar will escort you to our training site up that way…” He pointed at a nearby hillside t
