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Ian felt the rush of blood course through his system, making his ears hum and threatening to cloud his mind. A deal with the Dark Lions had been struck less than an hour ago and already they were on the move. Half of the men were transporting the villagers to safety, the other half stationed themselves around the mine and in staggered spots beyond the village.
Boma left with Gwen. He would escort her to her hidden vehicle a half mile away. Ian had many reservations about them being alone together, but Gwen wouldn’t listen, saying they needed her car to get to the airport, which was a whole different problem to sort out. Flights out of Freetown were select and the choices few. He didn’t relish crossing borders into neighboring countries. Some were worse off than Sierra Leone. It would
