There were five of them. They stood between me and the door of the chuch vestry, point their rifles at by face. They own faces were scarred with the distinctive tribal cuttings of the Kakwa tribe. The were dressed casually inf loweredshirts and bell-bottom pants, and wore sunglasses. Although I had never seen any of them before, I recognized them immediately. They were the secret police of the State Research Bureau--Amin's Nubian assasians.

Fo a long moment no one said anything. Then the tallest man, obviously the leader, spoke. "We are going to kill you." he said. "If you have something to say, say it before you die.