local time The small kitchen of Nuqatlak’s house was turned into their command center. Kiawak made coffee and they were assessing their situation while sitting around a white dining table. “There are at least a dozen of these weapons, Let Støttevåbens, in the closets,” Justin said. He was holdi...
local time The team left their apartment in a black Mercedes-Benz CLS 550. If we’re going to act like millionaires, we need to look like millionaires, Justin had told Pierre, who had also found designer clothes and fashion accessories for the team. Justin had never heard of the brand names, evi...
local time Justin gazed at the fiery disk of the sun setting behind a cluster of acacias. Their branches seemed to welcome the temperature drop and the soft breeze toying with their leaves. Justin did. His forehead was no longer dripping sweat. He had left the window open a crack, accepting the...