On the Colombian Ecuador border
Angelique cursed under her breath at the sound of small-arms
fire as she tied off the last suture in the leg of the four-year-old boy lying
on her exam table. The ongoing civil war and the war on drugs constantly
spilled over the border as a steady stream of predators crossed from the
neighboring Colombia. All were heavily armed and dangerous. They stopped at the
field hospital the locals were calling Manos
de Ayuda when one of them needed patching up. Angelique begrudged them
every inch of 4-0 silk used to stitch their wounds.
Equally
as bad were the mercenaries looking to make a profit off the backs of those
less fortunate. Rough-looking men with rough behavior, which they often visited
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