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“Neither of us have what we want,” Bolan said
ОглавлениеMasozi tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
“Mubarak had a weapons stash that he was parceling out to us,” Bolan stated. “We want our gear.”
The Shabaab leader turned to Kamau. “Does this sound like a good idea?”
“I’m just in this to get some payback. Those were my men murdered by the sneaky bastard.”
Bolan realized that something bigger had just replaced his mission to destroy the Shabaab militia under Masozi. Something dark and ominous threatened more than just the shipping lanes around the Horn of Africa.
The incinerated remains of jars full of ricin seed, buried in the collapsed storeroom, were the portent of an apocalyptic threat….
