CHAPTER 36APRIL 12, 1980
Few things disturbed Darius more than ill-fitting clothes. He and Craig were dressed in Liberian Army fatigues supplied to them by Corporal Pennoh. Darius tugged and pulled at his crotch. It was nearly a size too small and pinched him there uncomfortably, as well as under the arms. Nevertheless, he took some comfort in knowing that this was only temporary, a necessary inconvenience until the job was done.
Craig’s uniform, on the other hand, was too large, and he found it necessary to roll up his sleeves and pant legs. The shoulders drooped and the trousers sagged. Craig thought it a most unmilitary sight. He had darkened his face and hands with black theatrical grease paint. This was a weak disguise and wouldn’t fool anyone up close, but he hoped that from a dist
