The small airplane touched down on the dark, dirt runway. The pilot just opened the door and threw out the bags. Interrogator grabbed Killer and exited. The pilot closed the door and immediately took off. Picking up his bags, Interrogator looked around. He spotted a pay phone by the hangar, sighed, and pulled out his credit card. He dialed Serji's phone number and waited, dismayed at the static on the line. “General Serji Kirstov.” “Serji, that asshole Head Warden sent me to Africa!” Interrogator sighed sadly, “Thanks General. I'll keep you posted.” “Call me if the situation changes. Good night.”