“She’s probably disguised as a CF soldier,” he said. “Find the smallest one, and maybe we’ve found the real P. J. Austin.”
One of the South African soldiers spoke for his mates. “We have seen a small soldier. They call him ‘the little runt.’”
“Oh?” The man called Damien flashed an icy smile. “And where might I find that creature?”
“He stays in the central command cabin, and sometimes issues the grub,” another of the South African Army soldiers said. “Keeps to himself mostly.”
The man called Damien smiled with more warmth. “Well, now, I guess I’ll take a closer look around the grounds.”
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As the international news correspondents left the Quonset hut and roamed about the surrounding area like they were looking for something or someone, Priscilla realized with alarm that something
