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of Boulder, Colorado. With the exception of the
nighttime goings and comings that the magazine it-
self generated, traffic in the neighborhood this late at
night was an unusual occurrence.
Buchanan watched a set of headlights flash onto
the office windows, remembering the old adage
"One man's paranoia_is another man's caution." A
glance at White showed even more lines than usual
on the wrinkled face. Both Buchanan and White had
made enemies over the years, and it never paid for
men with enemies to ignore unusual occurrences re-

gardless of how insignificant they might seem at the
time.
Buchanan turned back to the window in time to
see a light-colored panel van pass by and keep on
going.
White looked back to his companion as soon as it
was obvious the vehicle wasn't stopping. "Spencer
Kiethley was a good man," he said. "We'll all miss
him. I understand you're stepping in where he left
of~"
Buchanan nodded.
The colonel took time for another puff on the ci-
gar, then narrowed the ice blue orbs below his crin-
kled forehead. "See if you can find out more about
what happened to him while you're them, Bobcat.
The whole thing stinks to high heaven, if you ask
me."
"Agreed, sir," Buchanan said. "On both counts."
White clamped the cigar between his teeth and
spoke around it. "As far as the magazine goes, you
ought to get several good stories out of this gig.
You'll be in charge of what, a dozen Gurkha training
officers?"
"Thereabouts, sir."
The colonel chewed on the end of his cigar. "Any
new angle on the Gurkhas is always good for three
thousand words or so. And we could use a story on
the weapons the Sierra Leones are using. Russian,
aren't they?"
Buchanan nodded again. "Mostly. Old AKs, Mak-
arovs, the like."





"Well, do me a story on that. And write up any
missions you go on yourself, of course."