It's the middle of the day on October 9th, 1967 in La Iguera, a tiny village in central Bolivia.

26-year-old Felix Rodriguez smiles as a camera clicks.

His youthful, clean-cut looks are a stark contrast to those of the haggard, handcuffed men who've just been posed for a photograph beside him.

The revolutionary fighter Che Guevara is barely recognizable.

His long, dark hair hangs lengthy around his face, his beard beard and the green fatigues he wears are filthy.

But with the photo shoot now over, Felix gives Gavara a gentle shove and then marches him

toward the dark doorway of the mud walled village schoolhouse therein.

Like the other soldiers milling around the village, Felix wears a Bolivian army uniform.

But in his case, though, it's just a cover.

Felix is a Cuban-American CIA operative.

He's been hunting Che Guevara for years, and at last he snagged him.

But Felix won't have him for long.

The Bolivian army rangers who captured Guevara have been given orders

to execute him immediately. Felix thinks this is a mistake and has been stalling for time,

but he doesn't have the authority to override the decision unless he hears from the Pentagon

in the next few minutes. So once Guevara has made prisoner once again in the dark schoolhouse,

Felix takes out his radio.

He checks that there isn't any problem with his equipment, but everything is working normally,

which means there's no word from his superiors.

Felix turns as the village schoolmistress peeks out from behind a wall.

Timidly, she asks whether Guevara is going to be shot,

because she's just heard on a Bolivian state radio news broadcast that he's already dead.

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