Near Dogon Village
Following a lead, I drove out for Dogon Village today. It’s a small community to the northwest of Port Selao. I had it on good authority that a major weapons stockpile was there. This was a key hub for both the APR and the UFLL. I needed to check it out.
Unfortunately, after some quick inquiries and searching, I realized the information was either outdated or just plain wrong. There were no weapons stockpiles here. Troop presence was minimal at the moment with only a handful of UFLL militia maintaining the zone and displaying little interest in me. There were no secrets here.
I found a small shop and sat down for soup and a sandwich. The place was quiet. In fact the whole village was quiet.
I’d just finished my soup when I heard a loud POP. And then a commotion, like a scramble of bodies and furniture. Several men spilled into the shop from the rear some laughing, some wide-eyed in shock. They saw me and tried to compose themselves.
The group found a table but I could still see others lingering outside near the back. I went to investigate. Then I heard one of the men, “You don’t wanna do that, friend”.
I ignored him and stepped out the back. A small group of men was huddled near an entrance exchanging money. They parted as I stepped in.
A man was seated at a table. He looked numb, dazed. A pistol twitched repeatedly in his hand. He was staring across the table at a man slumped to the side against the wall. His left temple had a hole spilling blood. His entire face and clothes were soaked in blood. He was dead.
His hand still clutched a pistol. Russian roulette.
“Wanna buy in, friend?”
I turned to see the same man from the shop now staring at me. He gripped a young man whose eyes blinked in terror. He was a merc, probably a thief among this amoral lot. He was shoved to the table as two men pulled away the dead body.
I thrust my way out of the room. I felt physically sick. Boredom and power had stripped away any final layer of decency left to these men. Their souls were doomed and I needed far away from it.
I got in my car and drove as fast as I could.
Back at my room, I took a long hot bath. I wanted to scrub that town from my skin. If only I could scrub it from my mind.