were a savvy group and knew how to deal with the unexpected. They would have the American out of camp and on the Apache chopper by nightfall. Columbia is the fourth largest country in South America. It is also one of the toughest hotspots in the world making it a perfect breeding place for the lowlifes of the universe. Three Andean mountain chains, grasslands, and extensive jungle coastlines on the Caribbean Sea and Pacific Ocean make it easy to smuggle drugs and human trafficking in and out of the country. Kidnapping for ransom is also part of their illegal activities. All of the above is an extremely lucrative business for the scum that choose this way of life. The natives of Columbia eke out an existence farming as did the nomadic farmers during the pre-Columbian period. It has the largest reserves of coal in Latin America. In the next decade, natural gas will be available to millions of Columbians. With luck, their wealth will help Latin cities eliminate the hordes of homeless children that live in the sewers with the rats. Hopefully, their plan will include deleting the sophisticated organized drug lords and the government that gives them immunity by looking the other way. Today, there is a wide range of ethnic diversity in Columbia due to the intermingling of the native Indian, Spaniards, and black slaves. Only about 1% can claim 100 percent Chibchas Indian. They originally lived off the land that Slater was observing from above in the helicopter as it zigzagged over the lowlands and highlands to reach the kidnapped victim before he was assassinated. Slater looked at the swirling green grasslands below as the helicopter hovered above and they repelled to the jungle floor. The object was to evacuate quickly, melt into the lush vegetation, and leave no evidence of any kind of human disturbance. Rendezvous was established early evening after the sun went down around 1700. Faces painted and ready for action, the three men moved in swift silence toward their intended target three miles away. It was misty and muggy when the chopper dropped them off. That was not a surprise as rain was usually expected daily during the rainy season. The forest was alive with the wild animals of the region. A brightly colored macaw’s scream blended in with the spider monkeys as they swung from branch to branch on the overhanging trees. An occasional jaguar or ocelot lurked lazily on high branches or blended among the vegetation. It was alive as well with the smaller creatures that slithered and scampered throughout the jungle floor. They seemed very aware that man had invaded their territory and they wanted to make sure that they knew that they had not gone unnoticed. The only native wildlife that seemed happy to see them were the mosquitoes. The three men neither had the time to notice the nature around them nor could they afford to be distracted from their mission. They were only aware of anything that seemed out of the ordinary or moved like a human. Faces covered in jungle green camouflage they moved quietly towards their destination silently signaling as they went. It was about forty-five minutes before they spied the guerrilla camp. This group of narco-terrorists that they were observing was the largest group in Columbia. They are well organized. They are known as FARC, the Revolution Armed Forces of Columbia. In addition to their trafficking activities, they are reputed for their frequent vicious attacks on the oil pipelines. Their bombing campaigns occurred weekly as a recreational activity. They also enjoy the status of extortion, kidnapping, and are the instrumental lead suppliers to the world with heroin and refined cocaine. They are as tough, rough, and experienced as any trained army and were not to be underestimated. Today, the band of mountain guerrillas was lazily smoking marijuana secure in the knowledge that they were safely camped in highlands of the Andes. Little did they know that their safety would be jeopardized