KIBAHA, 2020
Patrice aided Leo in standing. Leo’s right hand was holding his left arm. He moaned as he limped, clenching his teeth strongly.
“The police are here. We need to leave.” Patrice said.
“They are not police.” SJ said.
“How do you know?”
“They are my men.”
Patrice took a deep breath.
“Madam, are you alright?” A tall, strapping man of about 30 years old said after entering the warehouse. He was in black clothes and a bulletproof vest covered his chest.
“Yes, secure the warehouse for now.” SJ said.
The man nodded and walked away, giving instructions to other men.
Patrice lied down. “What now?”
SJ’s hands were on her head. “As Christos said, it’s all over.”
Patrice turned to Leo. “You’ve ruined everything, including your own life.”
Leo sniffed. “Was just saving my mother
