Roland hopped on the spot hoping to warm up. He had been grumbling for a good ten minutes or so, his eyes going from Ecclesio, always of an Olympian calm, to the soldier changing the punctured wheel of their 4x4, looking sheepish. They were unlucky. If locating the helicopter hadn’t been a problem, joining it was a special challenge. They had to deal with the layout of the terrain, the lack of information on the tracks that meandered through the forest, and sometimes leading to dead ends which forced them to turn around. They were wasting precious time and the priest wondered if Kaliov had not simply abandoned his Kamov for a more discreet vehicle.
“A road, Ecclesio! Is it asking too much?”
The Italian gave a half-smile. Since their forced stop, his companion had sworn against the bitter
