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Golfito, 2003.
Breakfast was very simple. Not a luxurious banquet that would help anyone through the day. But no one complained. They were all too excited to go surfing. Axelrod and his friends had left the hotel earlier in the morning for their Big Game fishing trip. Shark hunting actually.
Rudd Baldwin counted his men. They were on leave, and free to do as they pleased, but Baldwin tried to keep track of them. Especially after last night’s police raid in ‘El Barco’. Since last night, when Heckenrath had told him that everyone in town knew about the American soldiers, he wondered how the camp, The Greenhouse, hidden in Panama’s jungle could be kept a secret. He had to inform CO Sleighton. But for this moment communicating with the secret camp was out of the question. He was on his o
