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“It’s not far now.” Titus pointed to the flank of the mountain, the blush of dawn painting it in shades of coral and amber. “The munitions dump is on the edge there, near the snow line to keep it cool and away from the major trade routes.”
Finn hunkered down on a log and made a small fire, boiling up water for coffee while they both ate in silence from the supplies of meat and bread that Kabila had given them. Both men were used to marching on military rations, so they ate quickly and before long, they were heading up the side of the mountain.
Titus scanned the rocky escarpment above, pointing out features of the slope. “It’s between three points — the summit, the woman’s profile, and a dead tree struck by lightning. The cache is equidistant from each.”
They zigzagged up the side, n
