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Chapter Thirty-Two

One year earlier: Kandahar, Afghanistan

"He hasn't spoken to anyone yet, sir," the armed guard outside the tent said.

"Good," Captain Wolfe replied. He chambered a round in his own pistol just in case things got crazy in there. "Is the video equipment set up?"

"Yes, sir. The doctor said it was a pain in the ass to work around, but he knows the difference between a request and an order."

Wolfe nodded. He pulled the flap back from the tent and took a quick look inside before pushing the flap back into place. He had recognized the doctor, his enlisted nurse, and the man handcuffed to the bed was obviously the prisoner, but...

"Who's the fourth guy?" Wolfe asked.

"He's the guy who brought him in. An Afghan National Army officer named Actor, I think?"

Wolfe nodded. "Akhtar." He had heard that Akhtar had helped Americans in the past, one of the only ethnically Pashto officers in the region.

Wolfe pulled out his notepad and began to walk into the tent. The younger soldier stopped him. "Will
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