Instead, he stood gawking, trying to understand why he would be looking at a tall, elderly man with long hair and a Stetson hat. He wore blue jeans an... a soft flannel rancher's shirt, richly beaded and fringed buckskin moccasins with high legging tops that laced halfway to his knees. The man's piercing eyes were not the least bit threatening. His face, stature, and aura exuded reassurance, aid, and comfort. The stranger waited for a response to enter or leave.Frank astonished himself with the. Slowly she raised her eyes. The firm yet sad look to his face caused her to gulp in apprehension. He moved to her side and his warm fingers brushed her cheek, bringing the soothing scent of sandalwood, doing much to ease her nerves. Mustering her courage, she licked her lips and began. ‘I’s need ta explain somethin’ that..that I should ha’ tol’ you befo’ I last left da camp.’ Her thick accent blurred the words into a hurried jumble. Jolen looked even more serious and withdrew his hand. Her. „What's your name?“ I told her. „Well, Tariq,“ she said, „I may want you to come up to my apartement before long.“„OK by me, Miss,“ I replied. She walked away, a nice ass swinging seductively. Funny to think it had never felt a cane or a strap across it. Later I went to the canteen where I found Timal drinking a Tequila. I ordered one of myself.„Amazing what a really good hiding can do,“ she said.„Yes,“ I nodded, „our little friend was certainly more cooperative.“„I'm going to let her have a go. I could think of four places where I might be able to get hold of some useful information: The CIA boss's satchel, from one of the two south trucks, from one of the two north trucks, or from the boss of the soldiers - who I hadn't identified yet but there had to be one somewhere. Satchel guy was closest and probably the best choice, so I decided to try him first. I flitted that way.The northern lookout point was getting crowded, as three soldiers had joined it, one obviously the boss soldier.