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Authors: Paul Christopher
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The two boats slipped through the current, surging with each stroke of the paddles, the children bowed over as though weighed down by the AK-47s on their backs and chained like slaves by the hammering beat of the clubs.
“Child soldiers,” said Holliday. Children torn from their families and forced to watch and perform atrocities, and then enlisted in an unholy army and turned from children into savage, monstrous killers. He’d seen them in Somalia and in ones and twos in Afghanistan, where they were usually more orphan than soldier, but never in numbers like this, uniformed and well armed. “Who are they?”
“Lord’s Resistance Army,” answered Eddie. “Out of Uganda originally, led by a
demente
named Joseph Kony.” They watched as the huge dugouts moved downstream, vanishing into the mist again.
demente
named Joseph Kony.” They watched as the huge dugouts moved downstream, vanishing into the mist again.
“What are they doing here?” Holliday asked.
“Who knows,” replied Eddie. “They fight for anyone now if the price is right. I do know one thing, though,
mi coronel
. Those two pirogues are just the vanguard. There will be more behind them. On the river and through the jungle. You have no choice anymore.”
mi coronel
. Those two pirogues are just the vanguard. There will be more behind them. On the river and through the jungle. You have no choice anymore.”
“Choice?”
“There is no turning back now, Señor Holliday. If we are to live we must go on.”
17
The living room of the flat was white and very modern. A white leather couch, several matching club chairs and a glass-and-steel coffee table sat in front of the white brick hearth of the fireplace. Above the fireplace was a large triptych of Francis Bacon paintings commemorating the death of Bacon’s lover, George Dyer. Bacon’s stark representation of a man writhing and twisting on a beach had been purchased at Sotheby’s for sixty-seven million dollars.
Although he’d owned the painting through the Bambridge Trust for the past three years, Sir James Matheson had never seen it before. He decided that he rather liked it, probably because it so blatantly illustrated violent, passionate emotions that the billionaire industrialist was reasonably sure he didn’t have. Being his father’s son and spending thirteen years in the English public school system had taken care of that.
With Matheson were Konrad Lanz, Major Allen Faulkener and the guest of honor, Francois Nagoupandé, fully outfitted in the uniform of a general in the Royal Army. The left side of his chest was weighed down with as many service ribbons and medals as Faulkener could find, including the French Croix de Guerre, the India General Service Medal, the Naval Fleet Reserve Medal, the Victoria Cross, the George Cross, the Order of St. Michael and St. George, the Distinguished Service Medal, the South African Pro Patria Medal, and a very handsome Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Roman Eagle of which Benito Mussolini had been a proud member until his death in 1945. Nagoupandé, who now insisted on being introduced as Brigadier General Francois Nagoupandé, didn’t have the slightest idea what any of the decorations meant and he didn’t care. As long as he had more medals than Kolingba he was happy.
During his time in London, Faulkener had seen to it that a numbered account was established for him at the Gesner Kantonalbank in Aarau, Switzerland, with a million-dollar deposit as a retainer for Nagoupandé’s services as a consultant. Nagoupandé was provided with several bodyguards and a satellite television to keep him occupied during the day, as well as several attentive young women to keep the despot-to-be happy during the evening hours. Except for his fitting at Gieves & Hawkes, he had not left the confines of the safe house rented in Belgravia. Food was brought in by the bodyguards from various pubs and restaurants in the area.
Faulkener carefully went through the basic plan of action outlined by Lanz in a typed forty-four-page report.
“At twenty-four hundred hours on the day of the incursion,” Faulkener began, “half the four-hundred-man force will land at the Fourandao airport using a Vickers Vanguard aircraft leased from Lebanese Air Transport out of Mopti Airport in northern Mali, which is the assembly point for the entire force. Two of the companies at the airport will be referred to as Vanguard One and Vanguard Two, one hundred men to each company.
“Vanguard One will be responsible for seizing the Fourandao airport and any operational equipment they find on-site, including two Kamov Ka-50 Werewolf attack helicopters known to be based there. Vanguard Two will be responsible for destroying the microwave repeaters at the airport as well as the satellite uplink. Except for the low-signal shortwave signal from the presidential compound in the city, this will effectively cut off Kukuanaland from the rest of the world, including Bangui, the capital of the Central African Republic.
“With this accomplished, two twenty-man platoons, one from Vanguard One and the other from Vanguard Two, will remain behind to secure the airport and a possible line of retreat, although it is unlikely that this will be necessary. These two platoons will be code-named Van A and Van B. Following this, the remaining men of Vanguard One and Vanguard Two will enter Fourandao from the north following Avenue Forno da Cal, as shown on the map, a copy of which will be provided to each man.
“The objectives of Vanguard One and Vanguard Two are the Plaza de Revolution de Generale Kolingba, the offices of the Kukuanaland Ministry of the Interior (located above the Bank of Central African States on the north side of the square) and the walled blocks of flats directly behind the Trianon Palace Hotel. These flats likely house the bureaucratic cream of the Kukuanaland crop and are well guarded. The guards are to be killed on sight, but the occupants of the buildings are to be kept in their flats. Any attempt by any one of the occupants to escape should be stopped with all necessary force.
“One hour before the arrival of Vanguard One and Vanguard Two at the Fourandao airport, the rest of the force will arrive on the Kotto River seven miles downstream from the Fourandao pier at the southern end of the town. They will arrive on the Kotto River in two refitted Short Shetland WWII transport amphibians carrying one hundred men each. They will have the code names River One and River Two and will also assemble in Mopti, three miles north of the town on the Niger River.
“From their landing sites, marked with GPS coordinates on their orders, River One and River Two will travel upstream to the city in ten-man Zodiac Minuteman inflatables, which will be referred to as Zodiac A through V for the purposes of radio transmission. Zodiac A and Zodiac B to remain with the two aircraft on the river. Zodiac A and Zodiac B will contain the pilots, copilots and flight engineers for both planes.
“On arriving at the Fourandao pier, squads Zodiac C through Zodiac V will reassemble into their requisite companies, radio confirmation of their arrival to Vanguard One and Vanguard Two, and having done so will travel north on Rue de Liberdad to the Plaza de Revolution de Generale Kolingba and seize and hold the southern side of the plaza and the surrounding streets.
“Since the beginning of the incursion takes place well beyond the eighteen-hundred-hour curfew in Fourandao it can be assumed that anyone you meet will be part of the enemy forces and the incursion force will act in accordance with this fact. Anyone assumed to be a civilian during the period of the incursion is to be treated in the same manner.
“On consolidating the incursion force and with the synchronizing of the four company commanders’ watches the main attack on the presidential compound will begin, commencing with a mortar attack from zero minutes to zero fifteen minutes. At the same time LAWs rockets will be fired at the corner guard towers of the presidential compound walls and there will be a concerted attempt to use LAWs rockets to destroy the shortwave antenna tower on top of the compound’s main building.
“Concurrently sharpshooter teams from all four companies will fire on any members of General Kolingba’s compound forces trying to escape from the compound. It is known that there are a number of armored personnel carriers within the compound. Any of these not destroyed in the initial mortar attack must not be allowed to leave the compound and any attempt at this is to be stopped with as much force as necessary, including the use of RPGs, LAWs rockets and the distribution of M-21 antitank mines at the intersection of all streets leading away from the compound.
“There have been a number of rumors that there is an escape tunnel leading from the presidential residence to a building outside the compound. While doing his initial surveillance, Colonel Lanz saw three buildings that seemed in extremely good repair when compared to their neighbors, and one of which, a pharmacy, appeared to be either under surveillance or being guarded by two men in a vehicle wearing plain clothes.
“A study of the methods employed by General Kolingba’s second in command, Olivier Gashabi, a.k.a. Oliver Gash, point to an escape tunnel as a very real possibility. Immediately at the beginning of the mortar attack on the compound it is suggested that the pharmacy building be destroyed with the use of incendiaries and RPG fire. Even then a watch should be kept on the ruins.
“It is estimated that half to two-thirds of the forces within the compound will have been killed or wounded within the first hour after the commencement of the attack. Any attempt to surrender is to be forcibly refused, even if the surrender is offered by Kolingba himself. ”
“It is estimated that there are three thousand members of the Kukuanaland armed forces scattered in small garrisons around the territory, while all command and control functions, including resupply of these garrison troops, is done from Fourandao. ”
“The four-hundred-man incursion force is neither strong enough, large enough nor well enough supplied to hold off a consolidation of these garrison forces for very long, so it is imperative that the head of the snake, so to speak, be killed immediately and completely. The incursion force has no ability to take prisoners or guard them. The destruction of the compound forces must be one hundred percent.”
“What about the civilian population?” Matheson asked.
“The civilian population is entirely cowed by Kolingba. The man is a despot. If he is killed the initial response of the local population will be one of relief.”
“The bureaucrats in the flats?”
“They are to be kept under house arrest,” replied Faulkener. “Brigadier General Nagoupandé assures me that there are enough members of his loyal government in exile to fulfill any functions presently being handled by the occupants of the three buildings.”
“And after the brigadier general has formally taken the reins of power?” Matheson asked.
“That will be entirely up to Brigadier General Nagoupandé,” answered Faulkener, his voice bland and without emotion. He knew precisely what would happen to them, because Nagoupandé had described in vivid detail what he would do to each and every one of them, man, woman and child. There was no need to burden Matheson with the same lurid and obscene information.
“Quite so.” Matheson nodded. “How long is our force supposed to last before they are relieved?”
“Six days,” replied Faulkener, his tone brisk. “This is the amount of time we project it will take for news of the brigadier general’s return to travel by word of mouth throughout Kukuanaland.”
“Jungle drums?” Matheson smiled, lighting a cigar.
“A company called InterMedia did a study several years ago that showed in countries with difficult-to-reach populations, such as those in Africa, Kukuanaland in particular, word of mouth is still the optimum method of communication. According to the study we can expect seventy-five percent penetration within four days and eighty percent within six.”
“And the result of this happy news?” Matheson asked.
Nagoupandé spoke for the first time that evening. “I am Banda; you knew this?”
“Certainly.” Matheson nodded.
“That is a ratio of exactly five to one,” said Nagoupandé. “With those odds and the knowledge that Kolingba is dead and I am in power there will be
un révolution de machetes
, as our French colonial masters called it, a revolution of machetes. A great deal of Baya and Yakima blood will be spilled and the small garrisons will be overrun. In a few weeks there will be a People’s Banda Army and I shall be at its head. Any Yakima still alive will almost certainly flee.”
un révolution de machetes
, as our French colonial masters called it, a revolution of machetes. A great deal of Baya and Yakima blood will be spilled and the small garrisons will be overrun. In a few weeks there will be a People’s Banda Army and I shall be at its head. Any Yakima still alive will almost certainly flee.”
“Limbani among them?” Matheson asked.
“Limbani is dead,” said Nagoupandé flatly, his black eyes going cold. Matheson drew in a sharp breath and concentrated on the tip of his cigar to hide the sudden apprehension he felt. Faulkener had convinced him that Nagoupandé was just another greedy dictator-in-waiting, ready for his fifteen minutes of fame before he sank back into obscurity, but just now in the certainty of the man’s voice he wasn’t quite so sure.
“You’re positive?” Lanz said. “I don’t like the idea of having to deal with someone else’s army coming out of the jungle at the last minute.”
“When you were on your spying mission in my country, did you see any sign of his presence?”
“No. Not a thing. Just a look on a bartender’s face when I mentioned his name.”
Nagoupandé laughed. “Marcel Boganda.” He nodded. “He is an informer for Jean-Luc Saint-Sylvestre, the head of the Department of the Interior. He was head of the secret police back in the days that I was Limbani’s assistant. Boganda was one of the
araignées
in Saint-Sylvestre’s web.”
araignées
in Saint-Sylvestre’s web.”
“Saint-Sylvestre.” Lanz nodded, smiling wanly. “The name of the customs official at the airport when I arrived.”
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