CHAPTER 5: En Misse
‘How the hell are we going to sort this one out, now, Weeny?’ Robbin said.
The trio, realising Nyando had aborted his mission, were pursuing the warlord, having loaded the abandoned Humvee. The guerrilla chief, surrounded by his motley entourage and with Marty and Dixie captive in his armoured car, was beating a hasty retreat for his fortified base at the foot of the mountains bordering Rwanda.
The Special Forces man did not answer Robbin directly. He pushed buttons, twiddled dials, seeking an accurate read-out giving any indication of the exact position or identity of the mysterious source of destructive energy. Refusing to display his frustration and immediate lack of a plan, he shrugged, looked at Robbin and the ACM.
‘We have an ally up here somewhere, not far fr
