Chapter 25
As the waves of torrential rain came down, the two men made their way towards the village. It wasn’t a straightforward route and took more than an hour. The black mud stuck to their boots, forcing them to tread carefully or risk stumbling over in the quagmire. Finally, soaking wet and exhausted, they came to a more well-worn track, the first buildings of the village in sight.
“So, what’s our story?” asked Nero.
“Just lost travellers. I think this place might be controlled by FARC so we have to be careful. I might have to hide the weapon.”
“Sure.”
It was a calculated risk, but Frank felt they had no choice. The need for supplies and help battled against the fear of danger. They found a sheltered nook under a rock and hid the AK-47, along with the camouflage backpack, before
