behind them. Several sets of footsteps accompanied the voice, increasing the anxiety of the captives. The footsteps ceased directly behind each chair, except for one set, which continued into the view of all three men.
It was a man, tall and slender wearing a black suit that was rare in such a rural part of the country. He had a bright smile that distracted an individual’s attention from the cane he heavily leaned on and the age lines that streaked his face. His hand rose slowly and snapped.
The ropes of each captive instantly withered and fell to the ground. Desperate to get over the mystery of the world behind them, each man instantly turned around to see a large man standing over each of him, silently glaring with a knife in hand.
“Sorry about this nasty kidnapping business, but I truly need the attention of you three.”
Henry, Samson, and the American were forced to turn back around and face the speaker.
“My name is Muso Itabi,” he continued, “and I am in dire need of your help.”
“Go to hell,” Henry spat.
“This is exactly why I recruited you, Mr. Vanwyk,” Muso smiled. “Your tenacity is admirable. Of course, I have heard the same can be said for you, Mr. Sumner.”
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