Emily and Sonny stared as the leader of the militia walked in with his soldiers. They dropped platters in front of them. It looked like the best they had eaten in a long time.
"I hope you will appreciate the meal".
"You know in the United States, this is what is done for criminals on death row the day of their execution. The only difference between them and us, is that we have committed no crime and yet we face the ultimate punishment".
"You killed my men", he replied simply.
"You, killed my men. I fired back in self-defense. You tortured one of my men and you plan on executing us in the morning. I wonder, how does that sit with your God".
The leader abruptly took a step in her direction and towered over her. "What about your God"!?
Emily smiled. "I am at peace with mine. I have done nothing wrong. He knows the path I have chosen and followed. I do not fear his judgment".
"You know, it's a pity, that you are American. Strong women like you are hard to find in my country. I can understand why your leaders have named you Captain".
She replied nothing as he joined his soldiers at the door.
Still recovering, Sonny fell asleep and she laid staring at the ceiling, waiting desperately for the fatigue to his her and give her repose. She thought about Eric, Zoe and Julia. She thought of Jason. She had 12 hours before taking her last breath and there was nothing worse than knowing that your time has come.
Mandy hung up the phone. "Alright, we've got him".
"Who"?
"Bokwa. Intelligence has come up with this".
She showed them a document. "Bokwa has a half-brother, who is none other than this man. Allow me to present Tresor Ngoula, head leader of the MJP".
Jason stood content. Finally, they were getting somewhere. It was important and they were running out of time. "I suggest we pay, Captain Bokwa a visit and help him get tucked in for bed".
Eric took the satellite phone. "I'll run this through up the chain of command. Get geared up".
The team entered quietly through the backdoor of Bokwa's home. There was a team of armed soldiers covering the perimeter and they needed to make sure that they weren't discovered.
Silently, they went through the different rooms before heading upstairs.
They opened the door that led to the master bedroom and found Bokwa and his wife in bed reading.
"Don't move", said Ray as he pointed his rifle in the wife's direction, while Jason and Clay grabbed Bokwa and dragged him out of the room.
"This is a violation of every possible international law. Your careers are over", said Bokwa as he straightened up in the velvet armchair, they had thrown him in.
"Right now", said Jason, "our careers should be the last of your concerns".
He bent down and looked Bokwa straight in the eye. "Where is she? Where is Captain Blackburn? Where is Tresor keeping her"?
"I have no idea what you are talking about", retorted Bokwa as he turned his face slightly away, "I don't know who this Tresor person is".
"No? I think you do. We've got great pictures of the two of you a couple of days ago at a market in the neighboring village. Not sure, General Folami or the President will keep a traitor alive".
Bokwa kept a straight undisturbed face.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Generally, I'm a nice guy, but considering that one of my men was just recently tortured and that Captain Blackburn is to be executed, I don't want to be a nice guy right now".
Jason stood. "It's up to you".
"Go to hell", replied Bokwa.
"Wrong answer"! said Jason as he shot a bullet in Bokwa's thigh.
"I'm terribly sorry, looks like my finger slipped", said Jason as he knelt again and dug his finger in the bullet wound.
Bokwa cried out in pain.
"Where is Tresor Ngoula and where is he keeping Captain Blackburn"?
Jason shrugged "No, huh. Maybe we should go ask your wife. I'll try to not let my finger slip".
He stood and walked away.
"HQ, this is Bravo One, we've got a location and we're heading back to base".
"Copy that Bravo One".