entire situation is very bad. Samson and I are getting the hell out of this country. I suggest you do the same though frankly I don’t care.”
“I don’t like it either,” Jackson Sumner said, “but this might be our best chance of finding this thing. If you leave, you screw this whole thing up.”
Henry turned viciously and grabbed Jackson’s shirt collar, “I wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t for you! Hunting me down in a bar, how stupid are you? Why can’t you Americans keep quiet?”
Jackson pushed back, slamming Henry into the wall of the small, three sided navigator’s cabin.
“I’m not the one shooting people in the jungle! You were asking to get caught by someone.”
In an instant, Henry had Jackson on the ground, both struggling to gain composure to carry out a real assault. As they flopped and grunted on the floor of the boat, a gunshot rang out.
Both men immediately stopped and glanced up to see Samson holding a pistol over his his head.
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