21: Sierra on X-ray
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THEY WORKED OUT A BATTLE PLAN.
It was reasonable to assume that no-one had connected them so they should keep it that way.
‘We’ll rendezvous at Punta Cires at 19:00. You should hide the thumb drive; someone can collect it later.’
‘What about you? What’s your plan?’
Bryce looked out the window.
‘Not much. Lay low and wait for RV.’
G gave a hesitant nod; he knew what Bryce was thinking.
I should back him up.
The Aussie read his mind.
‘Don’t even think about it. Do what you must do. I’ll sort my s**t out.’
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AT 14:00, G WENT OUT for a meal, a proper one. He decided to try an eatery where locals ate.
Feeling adventurous, he ordered the chef’s recommendation, Moroccan chicken tajine with preserved lemon and olives, served with couscou
