The men slowly sat up. The leader, in pain, whispered, “What job?”
Ping waved her hand around the ruins of Djeregbe. “You’re going to go to all the rip-off places like Uteteh’s and collect all their money. If they give you trouble, tear their stores down. I’ll leave you the gasoline. Any questions?”
The leader asked the obvious question. “How will we know who all the rip-off joints are?”
Ping pointed dramatically at Uteteh, who was holding onto a corner of his ex-storefront for support, wobbling as the building made repeated efforts to fall down. “Uteteh here will point out all his competitors. Right, Uteteh?”
Uteteh recognized a boss when one hit him on the head. “Yeah, that’s right.”
The men’s eyes lit up as they thought about the payday they would get.
Ping waved a finger back and
