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Ramirez finished washing off the shampoo from his scalp and then stepped out of the shower, and onto the tiled floor. Snagging a towel, he began wiping himself off. It was a shame though, too. Not all endings had turned out as well as it had for the three girls he had helped rescue. There had been two other humanitarian aid workers, two other girls – one Mira Scarlatti and Arianna Price. Neither of them had ever been found. According to his army contact, it was likely that neither of them ever would be, either. There was some sketchy intel, not much else. Mira had apparently gotten pregnant by an African general from a rebel group based in Nigeria; she was now his slave-girl mistress back in Africa. As for Arianna, the best intel seemed to indicate that she and the soldier holding her captive, a protégé of General Aamir named Musad – had both died in a drone strike two weeks ago. If so, it was grim news, and Arianna was an unfortunate civilian casualty of a senseless war. 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