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Ian watched as the jeeps rolled to a stop in front of him. He tried to maintain his composure, but he felt as if his insides were splintering. His vision pulsed between light and dark. The mercenaries in this area were more lethal than the rebels, and they held no allegiance to anyone.
Ian wasn’t sure if they were here because of the diamonds or for revenge. Could the rebels have hired them? Either way, he would not be the first to speak. To do so might give them insight into his fears.
Two men stepped out from the first jeep, both armed with heavy weapons strapped to their chests and waists. They wore dark-green camouflage, something that would blend in with Njamba’s surrounding foliage. Could they have been the spies? But why show themselves now?
Their jeeps were new, something un
