In his hiding place, Bona was reading some report files from Gema. He perused under the light of an oil lamp. He smiled a little because his plan was going as it should. He put down the reports and took a sip of the hot drink on his right.
"Soon Ramil will fall in my hands," said Bona as he took another sip of the warm drink.
Not long after, Gema came in breathless and bent over with his hands resting on his knees. Sweat was dripping down his forehead which dripped onto the sand in this dark room.
“ Bo …Bona…,” Gema paused to take a breath.
"What is it Gemma? Why are you in such a hurry here??” asked Bona.
After Gema's breathing stabilized, he replied, “Bona, you know what happened a few months ago in the abandoned region in the north? Well, two hours after the sun went down, I came b
