It’s five hours since the incident and Michael still can’t hear from his left ear.
Michael, Peter and I were walking back to the hotel after an early
dinner at one of the few restaurants still open. It was light out. We
turned down a small road and spotted a lone mercenary. He was
teetering, clearly drunk.
We backtracked to head in a different direction. Too late. “Hey!!”
The head office is getting scared. Darren, our bureau chief, has been reporting all our progress back to London. When they heard about the threats and the death of Wayne Mudekwa, they recalled the entire team.