Drake recognized the familiar burly shape of Sergeant Van Rooyen as he stepped forward through the semi-circle of soldiers that had formed around them.  The shaven-headed Afrikaner was smiling broadly, despite the sweat that dripped down his forehead staining his collar and the back of his uniform.  He paused with his legs spread and arms folded, surveying them with his dark beady eyes. 

“Ah, the lost lambs.” He chuckled.  “We have been looking for you for a long time!  And I see you have found the boy!” he said, gesturing at where Jimmy still lay sleeping. 

Amanda stood up quickly, taking a step towards him. 

“You leave my son alone!” she hissed.

“Relax, Miss Hoyer.” The Sergeant chuckled.  “We’re here to help.&rdqu...

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