The government garrison of Bellanova was an old Inca fort with high walls and protruding bastions. The ruined fortress was surrounded by barren, rocky ground. It had been partially rebuilt as a historical monument and tourist attraction, but then had been taken over by the Colodoran bureaucracy as an office building and military garrison. A steep gravel path led up to a barred archway, flanked by ornamental bushes. The multicolored flag of Colodor flew from the highest turret, displaying the national emblem of a banana crossed with a sword.
Bolo—this time dressed in a peon’s white shirt and pants, colorful wool poncho, straw sandals and traditional felt hat—glanced stealthily over his shoulder. With furtive dashes he went from scrub bush to thorn bush along the gravel path, zigzagging his
