Twenty minutes in, the tunnel opened to a small dirt chamber. Two black doors loomed at the far end, dimly lit by a single, murky bulb.
   The lead midget ordered us in. We hesitated...until the smaller dwarf, emboldened by the power of his AK-47, shoved us forward and stood us before the doors. Then he aimed the rifle at our chests.
   In the background, I heard the pit bulls barking. And the babies crying—all of it banging like hammers under my skull.
   It didn't take a genius to figure out that if the tiny midget squeezed the trigger, no one would ever hear.