Jolo Island, Autonomous Region of Muslim Mindinao
He was older now, a little slower and more deliberate in his movements, but SgtMaj. Jubal Mariano still slithered like a snake through the jungle. Shake Davis smiled and tried to keep up with his old friend who was wearing well-worn civilian clothing and headed for a village less than a click inshore from the beach where the Philippine Navy PT boat had dropped them off a half hour earlier. Mariano was certain they’d find a lead to Felodon, aka Col. Ibrahim, in that village. His source was a devout Muslim. He was also a hard-headed merchant who never passed a chance to turn a buck regardless of source, creed, race or religion. And SgtMaj. Mariano had a pocket full of JSOT bucks from the command’s slush fund used to buy, bribe or suborn sour
