Sergeant Pedro is now a small motor boat sailing the Rio Negro, near the triple border between Brazil, Colombia and Venezuela, and it is near to the city of Onojo in Colombia. Peter is one Brazilian military who infiltrated the Peruvian drug cartel to help other military navy to conduct mission-ghost, referred to in the previous book. Peter navigates carefully because this is a region dominated by the FARC (Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia). Many of these men are hiding in the margins on both sides of the border between Colombia and Venezuela. Most of the seven to ten thousand members of this criminal organization lives southeastern Colombia, caught up in the Amazon rainforest. The Brazilian military came here because he has a friend who lives in Onojo in Venezuela and this friend can help him to join the group FARC. This friend is a small farmer with land near this place.Upon reaching the small village, Peter holds his old motor boat to the pier* semi abandoned. This little boat was purchased with money from the Brazilian navy, specifically for this mission. He walks through the undergrowth to a small group of houses. These homes are within a single property and they all belong to a friend of his. On the way he sees his friend away and calls:

- Hello, Maldonado! Long time no see!
- Peter?! Are you?
- Yes, compadre! I came back from the dead!

Maldonado slowly approaches and embraces his friend Pedro, and both stroking each other's backs to each other.

- Madre de Dios! Is it really you!! The news that the entire Peruvian cartel was killed by a ghost, quickly spread like wildfire! How you managed to survive, my friend?
- This is a long story! How are things?
- Ahhh...! You know...! Same as always...! It is not easy to live here! We do not have many options! We work for the FARC or... working for the FARC. The government abandoned this region and the people who live here. Other than that I keep planting various things...! Humm! I think you will like what I'll show you! I have a diverse planting, and this helps me to survive and not starve. And you have to tell me how you're alive, my friend!

- Let's take a look at his plantation, meanwhile I'm telling you my story...! Compadre...!

The two walk slowly toward the back of the large ground Maldonado when Peter begins to tell the talk.

- I need to make the FARC, my friend.
- Why...? Was no longer sufficient to survive a terrifying ghost, which killed dozens of people?

Peter smiled at him and he explains:

- I can not do anything else in life! I want to carry on with my life and the FARC are the closest option.

Maldonado looks deep in the eyes of Peter, while both walk slowly to the back of his property.

- How long we are friends, Peter?
- For some years now, my friend!
- So you know I know you well, is not it?
- Yeah!
- Remember when we met the first time?
- Yes! Of course you do!
- You saved my wife from that dealer! He would kill her if you do not interfere.
- It is! I know!

- Why did you do that, Peter? Why did you kill someone from their own group when you came to this region for the first time? Not needed! But even then you shot him. His companions almost killed him for it! And then you yelled at them: "we are here to talk to the FARC and not to kill people."

- I thought we should not act that way in the region controlled by the guerrillas. They could retaliate against the Peruvian cartel that was forming at the time. We are no match for a group so large and well-armed.

- Is not that why you killed her partner, Peter! I know it was! You are not the person who you say you are! You are someone good! Someone who hides something everyone or yourself.

Both keep walking and Peter glances in the eyes of his friend when he says:

- I'm not hiding anything from anyone! I want to join the FARC to fight the ghost that killed my group in Peru!

Maldonado smiled at him and he says:

- Do you want revenge? Against someone who is dead? We are even talking about this... ghost? Or something in your past that you still can't forget?

Peter looks back into the eyes of his friend, he lowers his head quietly and he keeps walking. He gives a little smile, half dowdy, and he says:

- My friend! Something killed those who were my family. I want the FARC and its huge powerful group attack this ghost so I can finally bury this terrible past.

- I feel the truth in what you say, Peter, but not actually the person who speaks. We all lose someone for trafficking or for those guerrillas. I'll give you a warning, my friend! A warning that could save your life! Don't mess with the FARC! Enjoy who you survived a massacre! To the world you're already dead! Reborn into a new life! It's your chance. Disappear while there is time for that.

- I have no life to live, Maldonado! The life I had is gone! This is now my second choice. And I need this chance to be able one day to sleep in peace.

- You know best, my friend!

- You can put me in touch with the FARC? (Peter asks).

- Yes..! Yes, I can...! They are always here! Every single day! They want to know if someone appeared in the region: police, drug dealers, government...! I am a scout... you know!

- Yes, I know! And that is why I came to talk to you!

- I thought you were missing me! (Maldonado says).

- I Never did I see you. I do this whenever I come to this region.

- You have been somewhat in recent years, Peter!

- But now I have come to stay! We can always see us.

- It's not how it works in the FARC. Each new member is sent to a specific cell group. Each cell is always moving! The rules are strict and you will not have freedom to wander.

Peter smiled and he replies:

- I am a man with a mission, buddy! I want this fight FARC ghost with all his might. Otherwise it will come after us well here in Venezuela.

- Sleep with us here today and tomorrow I will present the face of the FARC. Now... tell me more about this ghost and how you managed to survive. They say he only kills drug dealers, right?

- It's true! I'll tell you the whole story about it!

The two walk toward the back of the property Maldonado as Peter describes in detail everything he saw and what he heard.