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“You’re going home,” he said. It was the first time he’d spoken in three days.

They made for the river. That was the plan. A radio, a pickup, and a flight to freedom. But the jungle had a different plan. The Russian advisor to the camp—a blond beast in a starched uniform—unleched the hounds. Not dogs. Men on dirt bikes with sidecars mounted with M60s. rambo.2

He had brought something better than proof. “You’re going home,” he said

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