Far away on the shores of Benaras stood the Dutchman on horseback, watching the golden rays of the morning sun sparkling on the waters of the mighty river. He took a deep breath and galloped his way through the city. He wore a hunter’s uniform as one of his many disguises and cleaned himself up to look like a high ranking govt. official. He had two bags strapped to the either side of the horse and a Walther rifle wrapped in a piece of cloth. His skin was pale and scarred, his hair was red and he had a deadly look in his eyes. Since the last two days, he has been hunting Carey, as ordered by the League. His mission was to keep an eye on Carey and follow him to Shamballa. Once Carey has located the place, the Dutchman was to end his life and bury him in the mountains and recover whatever sec
