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  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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“But they say they from the Ugandan army. They trying to help us.”

“No, they’re not,” Chism said firmly. “They’re Auma’s men. And wherever they want to take us, I guarantee it’s going to be a hell of a lot worse than where we are now.”

“Then what?” Ricci said, pushing himself to his elbows in the thatch he was lying on. “We can’t stay here forever.”

“Look, there are things we can eat in the forest. We have access to water. The weather forecast was for clear skies after the storm we had the night of the attack. We’re okay here for a while. And Nick will send people to help us.”

“He thinks we dead,” Liu said. “No one coming.”

“That’s not true. When Auma doesn’t contact him for ransom and our bodies don’t turn up, Nick will have to start working under the assumption we’re alive. He didn’t make a trillion dollars by just giving up when things turn ugly.”

4

WST OF MANASSAS

VIRGINIA

USA

RAPP walked through his gate and used a remote control to close it behind him. The structure inside was designed to be half house, half bunker but was starting to feel mostly like the latter with Claudia and Anna gone. Surprisingly, a couple of weeks of freezer food and silence was all it had taken to make the concrete walls start to close in.

It was only 10 a.m., but temperatures were already pushing into the mid-eighties as he started up a road scattered with houses and empty lots. He knew the owners of each one—all old friends who could handle a weapon. Some a little long in the tooth, but still loyal and better than nothing if the shit ever hit the fan.

Creating a neighborhood full of shooters had been his brother’s idea and it was he who had provided the incentive—buying up the entire subdivision and selling off the lots for a dollar to the right people. The plan had been to create an oasis where Rapp could let his guard drop a bit. And it had worked. At least for a while.

Rapp was unaccustomed to wearing a suit and was already starting to sweat through it when he approached a barn on the right. It had originally been designated as a shooting range and gym but had been commandeered by the burgeoning agricultural operation dreamed up by Scott Coleman and his seven-year-old accomplice, Anna Gould. A sizable plot had been fenced off that spring and was now alive with various experimental crops. A group of sheep, led by the formidable Snowball, was testing the barrier for weakness and eyeing up the new grazing potential.