I was a battalion commander-for a time the regimentalcommander-of the Rimla-Dok Regiment, which was also of the Lodge ofKootosh-Lan. Surely he'd notice his tracks though; he was bound to. The Ostrak teams and army service personnel stood curious inthe rear of the room. The river was narrow, he knew, because on the recon photos much of itwas completely overhung with trees, showing only as discontinuousinterruptions in the jungle roof.
Maybe, she thought, I need to find my big brother and have him repeatwhat he told me. The colonel had gotten Smoleni approval to arrange convoyed trucktransport from Rumaros, to pick up his regiment there. The drifter you found beside the road. Borrowed it, he said.
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