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up-and-running, it was now well on
schedule. Again, this was a testament to identifying the best personnel and stopping at nothing to secure their services. When he had finished reading, he closed the decryption program and ran a
custom-written program to delete all history files. After powering the laptop off, he ejected the disk-drive and, after removing a Swiss Army knife from his inside pocket, he opened the screwdriver
tool and placed the head of it close to the spindle. Driving down hard he punctured a hole in the disk-drive and after repeating the manoeuvre twice, he reinserted the disk-drive and put the laptop
back in its case.
    After a few seconds mulling over what he had read, Wallace reached for the intercom and buzzed the chauffeur. “Greg, any word on the plane?”
    “Fuelled up and waiting, Mr Wallace.”
    “Excellent. After you’ve dropped me off, there’s a laptop that needs to be disposed of in the usual fashion.”
    “Very good, Mr Wallace.”
    Mesi had spent most of the day working in the sweltering heat and reckoned there was only a couple more hours of good light left. She and the others working on the search were
hoping to find signs of the attackers’ movements or ideally the site of a base camp. Over time, she had steadily worked her way further and further from the refinery. She stopped to take a
drink from her canteen and tie back her hair from her face. Pulling out a handkerchief to wipe away some of the sweat, she turned to look back in the direction from which she had come. Her view of
the refinery was now blocked by the hills she had walked over. A childhood memory sprang to mind, of being so absorbed in a treasure hunt at a friend’s birthday party that the parents had to
send out search parties when she had not returned.
    Before they had split, Ruben had spent some time showing her and the other two team members how he conducted his search. He had explained what he was doing as he went and the logic he was using.
As was often the case, it all seemed straightforward once it had been broken down. In the short time they had been with him, he had managed to identify three possible sniper points, two of which
had almost certainly been the shooters’ locations. Given her lack of experience she found herself doubting her ability to replicate his success but she was determined to give it her best
shot.
    Ruben had asked her to concentrate on a particular area, and rather than mechanically working her way over that entire section, she had decided to approach this as she would any other task.
First, she needed a way to narrow the criteria. Studying a map of the area, she drew a circle with a seven-mile radius around the refinery. Given the terrain and the dangerous nature of the attack,
this was surely the maximum reasonable distance the attackers would have wanted to march. Then she highlighted the part which fell into her search area. From there, she had tried to split the
remainder into smaller parts, sorted in order of the security they would have afforded the attackers. She eliminated a section that lay toward Conchillo and another that lay alongside the
compound’s entrance route. This had left about fifteen degrees of the original circle, mostly to the north and west of the compound. Ruben had told them not to try to cover every square foot,
to scan and look for disturbances, but even so, it was time-consuming work and she could see that she was unlikely to finish before dark. Putting the canteen away, she resumed the search.
    While Mesi had been performing the repetitive work, she thought about what lay ahead in her new role. One of the things that impressed her most about Campas and his men was how well developed
their sense of team spirit was. Individuals took pride in their abilities but there were no overbearing egos putting their own advancement before the larger objective. She had taken some courses in
organisational behaviour at college and read quite a lot on