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Roger.

We were "helping" the Guyanan president. The world knew that.
But we weren't supposed to be engaging in operations. The only
problem was that the Guyanan army couldn't find its way across a
plowed field without tripping, and the multis were screaming to the
Legislature and the Executory.

Bravo force. Deploy torches. Deploy torches.

A half hour later, we were trudging westward, patrols out.

I glanced back at the heavy black smoke that rose into the sullen
sky. Even with the fields a quarter kay behind us, the odor
permeated everything, a combination of burning rubber and rancid
cooking oil.

"Why're we here, Colonel? Really?" That was Lieutenant Verglen,
fresh-faced and right out of the Academy.

"C1 says that a third of the caak coming into NorAm starts in this
valley."

"So we've got to pay so that AVia doesn't lose creds on somatin?"

"We're just here to make sure that the Guyanan people stay under
the liberated rule of President Amao. That's the official line." That
was the official line, and I was a light colonel. I didn't mention what
else we all knewЧthat MultiCor frowned on freelance production of
soyl hydrocarbons that might compete with the MultiCor energy
consortium.

"And we have to follow the official line, sir, don't we?"

ZZZZZZZZzzzzzz...

A dull, off-key buzzing rolled through the skyЧand the damp of the
rain forest was gone. I was still sweating as I sat up and hit the
alarm button.

Guyana ... more than ten years ago.

I still had dreamsЧexcept they were too real. Flashbacks.
Reexperienced reality.

Reexperienced in far too real a fashion.

I lurched up from the bed and staggered toward the exercise
clothes on the rack. Food and tea and exercise would help. They