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Captain Smith breathed a sigh of relief. He was in the op’s room and had just concluded a phone call with Brad and Mark’s father.
The tough, ex-army General had notified him that he was en-route and would be landing at Gulu sometime in the early morning. He relayed the information to Major Kafeero and then glanced at his watch. It was almost eleven-thirty in the evening and he was exhausted.
He was about to leave to catch some much-needed sleep when one of the Intel guys shouted excitedly, “I’ve got an incoming call from Colonel Peterson’s sat-phone.”
He rushed over and grabbed the receiver, expecting to hear Brad’s voice.
Instead a deep, African voice asked, “Who is this?”
Captain Smith identified himself and asked, “Who are you? Where is Colonel Peterson?”
“I am Muhindo Zannu,
