As Warlock Young pulled into the Mozambique capital of Maputo she found all quiet.  The streets were virtually deserted, work crews under escort were cleaning up the little bit of damage that the brief fighting had done.  The air borne commander, Warlock Holyfield, greeted her outside the capital building, which they had made their headquarters. 
      "All is secure, Warlock!"  he announced.  "I have only two difficulties to report.  As we arrived a gang of looters were attacking one of our wearhouses.  They did not respect the order from their President to cease firing.  We killed thirty of them and captured twenty.  We are holding them separately.  The UN and The Red Cross insist we put them in with the rest of the prisoners and treat them as prisoners of war."
     "Negative!"  the Warlock snapped.  "They are criminals.  Their intent was to steal before security was reestablished.  Give me a full report.  When I have gone over it I will most likely summarily order their executions."
     "Understood!"  Holyfield answered.  "There is another thing, ma'am.  Three families are missing.  They did not report to the rallying points.  It is believed they may have been attacked days before hostilities began.  I have not yet been able to go into the field and investigate.  Do you wish me to do so now?"
     "No!"  Warlock Young answered.  "Continue with your duties here.  I am the freest one among us.  I will conduct these investigations.  Do we have a guide, and, interpreter?"
     "Yes, ma'am," Holyfield answered, "the local police have been quite cooperative.  There is another matter, ma'am, I need to bring to your attention.  Several thousand people have approached us and asked to be removed with our citizens because they have long cooperated with us, and support us they fear for their safety if they are left behind.  They wish to take their property with them.  I had no clear instructions on this issue, and I wish clarification."
     Warlock Young did not hesitate.  "Tell them we will gratefully withdraw them," she answered.  "We cannot guarantee them residence in the surrounding countries where our factories are to be relocated.  The residents there will be staffing them.  But we will make room for them in some of our other colonies.  If that is understood they are welcome to depart with us.  Commandeer whatever vehicles you need to transport their belongings, but see that they are well maintained and returned after we are done with them."
     "Understood!"  Holyfield snapped.  "Thank you for those clear and precise instructions, ma'am!  We will carry on our duties. Everything thusfar, is going according to plan."  He came to attention and saluted.  Warlock Young returned the salute.  Their guide joined them and they headed off to the residence of the first missing family.  They found the home burned to the ground.  There were six blood stains on the pavement in front of the house. 
       "Recover DNA from those," the Warlock ordered, "and see if they match the records of the missing."  She moved away from the interpreter and spoke to one of her technicians.  "See if you can recover the monitoring system for this house," she whispered.   The technician nodded and disappeared.  A few minutes later he returned.
     "I'm sorry, ma'am," he whispered, "the fire proofing was insufficient, the unit was destroyed."
     "Do we have trackers in their personal property?" Young asked.
     "Yes, ma'am!"  the technician answered,  "At least fifty pieces of their personal belongings have trackers."
     "Good!"  Young snapped.  "Give their frequencies to all available units.  Track the property, arrest whoever possesses it."

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