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medic, I imagine I’ve treated more bullet wounds than you have. You can
            fire me tomorrow, but right now you’re heading to bed.”
              “As I said,” Sean smiled tiredly in acquiescence with the wise counsel of
            the giant nurse who could bench press the slight Northern Irishman
            for amusement.
              Six hours later, Ngetti jostled Dr. Collins and announced, “Ndara awoke
            first.” Shaking off the morning fatigue and pulling up a stool, Sean quickly
            examined the Kenyan captain, who whispered, “I’m so sorry we failed, Dr.
            Collins. There was nothing we could do. She was tortured, murdered and
            hung on the beach well before we approached. We’re lucky to be alive.”
            Nonverbal communications passed between Kenyatta and Ngetti. The
            captain smirked and added, “By the way, your mad hatter Highlander?
            Pretty damn good shooting for an ‘aid worker.’ MacIain believes Layla was
            betrayed by Hutu informants posing as refugees in our own Bukavu camp.
            Just like Keesie.” His eyes cold black with passion, he seethed, “I believe he
            is right.”
              After reflection, Collins then admitted that the last Operation Moses
            land-based escape route to the north had also been compromised and
            all 17 souls in the last party lost. Stating the obvious for all concerned,
            Collins confirmed, “We’re running out of time, mates, and the increasing
            number of rescues blown means each effort going forward approaches a
            suicide mission. Keesie and Layla told us this day might come if the world
            refused to confront the evil and greed driving genocide in Africa’s Great
            Lakes region.”



                             ‘Operation Moses’

                               and Its Martyrs

              Amidst what would become one of the worst genocides in recorded
            human history, thousands of heroes emerged every week in Rwanda and
            neighboring countries among those who were finding, evacuating, hiding,
            transporting, and resettling a million human beings running for their lives.
              Witnesses of thousands of murders, Keesie Tinyuka, her friend Layla
            Marayika, and a small army of rag-tag volunteers had been involved in
            no less than 20 Rwandan rescue missions when Jack Lozi and Skye met
            them. Godmother to Layla’s son Moses, Keezie told her friend, “The clock

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