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Ross explained that flight controllers in Rwanda were accustomed to aircraft that did not file full plans。 〃He just wants to know when the plane will be back at his field。 The rest is none of his business。〃
 Rawamagena airport was sleepy; they had to wait two hours for petrol to be brought; yet the normally impatient Ross waited quietly。 And Munro dozed; equally indifferent to the delay。
 〃What about the timeline?〃 Elliot asked。
 〃No problem;〃 she said。 〃We can't leave for three hours anyway。 We need the light over Mukenko。〃
 〃That's where the airfield is?〃 Elliot asked。
 〃If you call it an airfield;〃 Munro said; and he pulled his safari hat down over his eyes and went back to sleep。
 This worried Elliot until Ross explained to him that most outlying African airfields were just dirt strips cut into the bush。 The pilots couldn't land at night; or in the foggy morning; because there were often animals on the field; or encamped nomads; or another plane that had put down and was unable to take off again。 〃We need the light;〃 she explained。 〃That's why we're waiting。 Don't worry: it's all factored in。〃
 Elliot accepted her explanation; and went back to check on Amy。 Ross sighed。 〃Don't you think we'd better tell him?〃 she asked。
 〃Why?〃 Munro said; not lifting his hat。
 〃Maybe there's a problem with Amy。〃
 〃I'll take care of Amy;〃 Munro said。
 〃It's going to upset Elliot when he finds out;〃 Ross said。
 〃Of course it's going to upset him;〃 Munro said。 〃But there's no point upsetting him until we have to。 After all; what's this jump worth to us?〃
 〃Forty hours; at least。 It's dangerous; but it'll give us a whole new timeline。 We could still beat them。〃
 〃Well; there's your answer;〃 Munro said。 〃Now keep your mouth shut; and get some rest。〃
 
 DAY 5: MORUTI
 June 17;1979
 
 1。Zaire
 
 FIVE HOURS OUT OF RAWAMAGENA; THE LANDSCAPE changed。 Once past Goma; near the Zaire border; they found themselves flying over the easternmost fingers of the Congo rain forest。 Elliot stared out the window; fascinated。
 Here and there in the pale morning light; a few fragile wisps of fog clung like cotton to the canopy of trees。 And occasionally they passed the dark snaking curve of a muddy river; or the straight deep red gash of a road。 But for the most part they looked down upon an unbroken expanse of dense forest; extending away into the distance as far as the eye could see。
 The view was boring; and simultaneously frightening…it was frightening to be confronted by what Stanley had called 〃the indifferent immensity of the natural world。〃 As one sat in the air…conditioned fort of an airplane seat; it was impossible not to recognize that this vast; monotonous forest was a giant creation of nature; utterly dwarfing in scale the greatest cities or other creations of mankind。 Each individual green puff of a tree had a trunk forty feet in diameter; soaring two hundred feet into the air; a space the size of a Gothic cathedral was concealed beneath its billowing foliage。 And Elliot knew that the forest extended to the west for nearly two thousand miles; until it finally stopped at the Atlantic Ocean; on the west coast of Zaire。
 Elliot had been anticipating Amy's reaction to this first view of the jungle; her natural environment。 She looked out the window with a fixed stare。 She signed Here jungle with the same emotional neutrality that she named color cards; or objects spread out on her trailer floor in San Francisco。 She was identifying the jungle; giving a name to what she saw; but he sensed no deeper recognition。
 Elliot said to her; 〃Amy like jungle?〃
 Jungle here; she signed。 Jungle is。
 He persisted; probing for the emotional context that he was sure must be there。 Amy like jungle?
 Jungle here。 Jungle is。 Jungle place here Amy see jungle here。
 He tried another approach。 〃Amy live jungle here?〃
 No。 Expressionless。
 〃Where Amy live?〃
 Amy live Amy house。 Referring to her trailer in San Francisco。
 Elliot watched her loosen her seat belt; cup her chin on her hand as she stared lazily out the window。 She signed; Amy want cigarette。
 She had noticed Munro smoking。
 〃Later; Amy;〃 Elliot said。
 
 At seven in the morning; they flew over the shimmering metal roofs of the tin and tantalum mining plex at Masisi。 Munro; Kahega; and the other porters went to the back of the plane; where they worked on the equipment; chattering excitedly in Swahili。
 Amy; seeing them go; signed; They worried。
 〃Worried about what; Amy?〃
 They worried men worry they worried problems。 After a while; Elliot moved to the rear of the plane to find Munro's men half buried under great heaps of straw; stuffing equipment into oblong torpedo…shaped muslin containers; then packing straw around the supplies。 Elliot pointed to the muslin torpedoes。 〃What are these?〃
 〃They're called Crosslin containers;〃 Munro said。 〃Very reliable。〃
 〃I've never seen equipment packed this way;〃 Elliot said; watching the men work。 〃They seem to be protecting our supplies very carefully。〃
 〃That's the idea;〃 Munro said。 And he moved up the aircraft to the cockpit; to confer with the pilot。
 Amy signed; Nosehair man lie Peter。 〃Nosehair man〃 was her term for Munro; but Elliot ignored her。 He turned to Kahega。 〃How far to the airfield?〃
 Kahega glanced up。 〃Airfield?〃
 〃At Mukenko。〃
 Kahega paused; thinking it over。 〃Two hours;〃 he said。 And then he giggled。 He said something in Swahili and all his brothers laughed; too。
 〃What's funny?〃 Elliot said。
 〃Oh; Doctor;〃 Kahega said; slapping him on the back。 〃You are humorous by your nature。〃
 The airplane banked; making a slow wide circle in the air。 Kahega and his brothers peered out the windows; and Elliot joined them。 He saw only unbroken jungle…and then a column of green jeeps; moving down a muddy track far below。 It looked like a military formation。 He heard the word 〃Muguru〃 repeated several times。
 〃What's the matter?〃 Elliot said。 〃Is this Muguru?〃
 Kahega shook his head vigorously。 〃No hell。 This damn pilot; I warn Captain Munro; this damn pilot lost。〃
 〃Lost?〃 Elliot repeated。 Even the word was chilling。
 Kahega laughed。 〃Captain Munro set him right; give him dickens。〃
 The airplane now flew east; away from the jungle toward a wooded highland area; rolling hills and stands of deciduous trees。 Kahega's brothers chattered excitedly; and laughed and slapped one another; they seemed to be having a fine time。
 Then Ross came back; moving quickly down the aisle; her face tense。 She unpacked cardboard boxes; withdrawing several basketball…sized spheres of tightly wrapped metal foil。
 The foil reminded him of Christmas…tree tinsel。 〃What's that for?〃 Elliot asked。
 And then he heard the first explosion; and the Fokker shuddered in the air。
 
 Running to the window; he saw a straight thin white vapor trail terminating in a black smoke cloud off to their right。 The Fokker was banking; tilting toward the jungle。 As he watched; a second trail streaked up toward them from the green forest below。
 It was a missile; he realized。 A guided missile。
 〃Ross!〃 Munro shouted。
 〃Ready!〃 Ross shouted back。
 There was a bursting red explosion; and his view through the windows was obscured by dense smoke; The airplane shook with the blast; but continued the turn。 Elliot couldn't believe it: someone was shooting missiles at them。
 〃Radar!〃 Munro shouted。 〃Not optical! Radar!〃
 Ross gathered up the silver basketballs in her arms and moved back down the aisle。 Kahega was opening the rear door; the wind whipping through the partment。
 〃What the hell's happening?〃 Elliot said。
 〃Don't worry;〃 Ross said over her shoulder。 〃We'll make up the time。〃 There was a loud whoosh; followed by a third explosion。 With the airplane still banked steeply; Ross tore the wrappings from the basketballs and threw them out into the open sky。
 Engines roaring; the Fokker swung eight miles to the south and climbed to twelve thousand feet; then circled the forest in a holding pattern。 With each revolution; Elliot could see the foil strips hanging in the air like a glinting metallic cloud。 Two more rockets exploded within the cloud。 Even from a distance; the noise and the shock waves disturbed Amy; she was rocking back and forth in her seat; grunting softly。
 〃That's chaff;〃 Ross explained; sitting in front of her portable puter console; pushing keys。 〃It confuses radar weapons systems。 Those radar…guided SAMs read us as somewhere in the cloud。〃
 Elliot heard her words slowly; as if in a dream。 It made no sense to him。 〃But who's shooting at us?〃
 〃Probably the FZA;〃 Munro said。 〃Forces Zairoises Armoises…the Zaire army。〃
 〃The Zaire army? Why?〃
 〃It's a mistake;〃 Ross said; still punching buttons; not looking up。
 〃A mistake? They're shooting surface…to…air missiles at us and it's a mistake? Don't you think you'd better call them and tell them it's a mistake?〃
 〃Can't;〃 Ross said。
 〃Why not?〃
 〃Because;〃 Munro said; 〃we didn't want to file a flight plan in Rawamagena。 That means we are technically in violation of Zaire airspace。〃
 〃Jesus Christ;〃 Elliot said。
 Ross said nothing。 She continued to work at the puter console; trying to get the static to resolve on the 

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