General Cormeau rubbed his eyes as he came to realize the growing danger. He was the head of a small United Nations mission to the central African nation of Lamumba. Recently things had become very unstable as ethnic rivalries between various local tribes began to turn violent. Tales of murder, rape and slavery made way to the capital. Now there was word of a rebel army advancing on the capital. Cormeau had overseen the evacuation of much of the foreign population and was expecting to get the order to abandon the country. As much as it troubled him, he knew he didn't have a choice, that they didn't have the numbers or the equipment for the coming war.
His second in command, however, had just come in to advise that one of the embassies called, and that they had a citizen missing in Lamumba. Cormeau heard that two young white women had just arrived in the country a few days ago, but had now disappeared. It wasn't even known if they were still in the capital or had gone out into the countryside. Reluctantly, the general had to admit to himself that unless they heard from those girls soon, they would be left here all by themselves, left very likely to a fate worse than death. |