The soldier who greeted them as they opened the door was a large man.  He was dressed in camouflage military fatigues, his hair shaved short, and he was carrying an R4 rifle, strapped to his chest. Amanda recognized him as the Sergeant who had called the General away earlier.

“Miss Hoyer?” he asked, his accent laced with the twang of the South African Afrikaner, descendants of the original Dutch settlers.  He was wearing an embroidered name badge which read: Van Rooyen.

Amanda frowned.  “Yes?”

“I’ve been asked by General Peterson to extend an invitation to come and see him.” 

Amanda looked at Drake in confusion, and he shrugged and then nodded.

“Okay.” She replied.  “Let me just get some shoes on.  We’ll be r...

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