Zeb calm, allowing his presence to fill the room. This
will end in only one way.
Stark limbers up smoothly and a FS– MK II knife
appears in his right hand. Brink pauses from his book
keeping to watch Con take out the intruder. He loves a good
fight and Con is the best he has seen with a knife. The
book keeping can wait for a few minutes. Or maybe not...
The intruder moves from still to attack in a nanosecond, a
blindingly silent high leap from standing. His left leg
takes out Con's knife arm. Brink can hear the bone snap,
even as his right leg collapses Con's throat. Zero to dead
in less than a second Brink thinks dimly as the intruder
lands smoothly and faces him. Not a glance to Con who is in
his death throes.
Even as Zeb launched his Kalari Payattu strike on Con,
he is aware a third had entered the room, uttered something
in astonishment, grabbed the duffel back lying near Brink
and escaped out. Once Stark is out of the equation he turns
his gaze on Schulte. Answers. Schulte has them. Zeb wants
them. Schulte will give them. He hasn't a choice.
A long hour later Zeb comes out of the hut. The Jeep is
gone, presumably taken by Holt. It was he who had come into
the room during the fight. Carsten Holt. Unofficial leader
of the Rogue 6. Rogue 3, he corrects himself.
Ex–Seal, used by the Agency for wet work, expert in
close protection work and explosives. Quit the army to go
freelance and earned a reputation for not being particular
how he earned his money. Now running a mine hijacking and
mineral trading racket in the Congo. The Agency had him on
a watch list for some time and was in the process of
blacklisting him and his closest associates when Congo
happened. The surviving two with Holt are Quink Jones and
Pieter Mendes. Both of them Ex Rangers.
He powers up his satellite phone and wakes up Andrews.
Over 200 women raped, some of them young girls, some
children and infants killed, by about 40 FDLR soldiers and
6 Agency mercenaries. The Rogue 6 headed by Holt were
involved in mine capturing, smuggling of drugs, ivory, gold
copper and cobalt. Many of the villagers in the DRC who
worked in the mines, had a private stash of the ore which
they used to trade and it was in search of such homes that
Holt and his band had come to Luvungi for. The men in the
village had been working in the mines and yet to return
when Holt and the soldiers had arrived. Cobalt ore and
pebbles were what Stark and Schulte were weighing and
recording when Zeb had rudely interrupted them and helped
them on their way to their Maker. Rape and killing was part
of instilling fear and cooperation. Schulte knew that Holt
was working with someone in the States for mine capturing
and selling the minerals but did not know who that was.
Andrews goes Chernobyl, his tirade lasting a good few
minutes, burning the air. Andrews calms down a long while
later. ‘You have to come back immediately. We need you to
meet the UN and depose. You are the first eye witness
account of this horrific... this atrocious... this
sickening... whatever one calls it.'
Zeb is silent.
‘I know you want to track Holt, but that can wait. I
guess Schulte, Stark and Boulder are in no position to
embarrass the Agency?' Andrews, knowing fully well what the
answer is. Zeb doesn't answer.
‘You should come back immediately. Once the news breaks
out that FDLR soldiers and some mercenaries who seem to be
American were involved in mass and multiple rapes in the
Congo, the shit will not just hit the fan, it will create a
mushroom cloud over Washington and the New York. The White
House will be brown. I need you back with your photographs
and your record of the events to prevent collateral damage
here. Your being there, we could spin it that you helped
stopped the most horrific abuse in Africa in history. I can
see the headlines now.' Collateral damage. Andrews speak
for covering his and the Director's ass and playing the
D.C. game.
‘I know you want to track Holt, Jones and Mendes, but
this is more important than them. I will put them on an
international black list and get international warrants
issued on them. In any case Holt and the other two have
left and will likely disappear now that you have located
them.'
‘I just realized there is another reason for you to
return immediately. Given what has happened, the villagers
there may not be able to distinguish you from the rogue
soldiers. Tempers are no doubt going to be high there for
some time. I also don't want to explain your presence to
the authorities there right now, even if you are guised as
an aid worker. You are not exactly unknown to some
intelligence agencies around the world. It's best you
disappear from there.'
Zeb looks back at the hut which has the girl with the
vacant eyes and makes his mind up. Holt is on a countdown.
He just does not know it.