Chapter Three
“Mohammed!”
The man being called quickly went to his boss’ office. There was no mistaking the deep roar he had in his voice. It always seemed on the verge of breaking, but he always finished his sentences.
“Yes, Sir?”
“Did you take care of Mukhtar?”
“Yes, Sir. We paid them and I have given him the necessary instructions so that they will be available again in a couple of weeks.”
“Good,” he growled. “He’d better not disappear or try to pull a fast one. Are they being watched?”
Mohammed nodded.
“There are lots of freebooters in Somalia,” continued his boss. “But this kid is special, and after everything we’ve spent training them, I don’t want to lose them and have to start from scratch. Are you sure he doesn’t know who you are?”
“Absolutely, Sir. We’ve never seen each
