He didn’t really have time for the monthly office social, but Masondo insisted he should be there. Durant looked at the office staff – operational members, administrative personnel, security officers, technical experts, vetting officers, investigators and managers. They all looked pretty ordinary to him. Could this group of loud, laughing, high-spirited men and women really make a difference to the country? The answer came as quickly as the question: yes, they could, and they did. Shezi walked up to Durant with a bread roll in one hand and a beer in the other. ‘The roll will keep us alive until the meat’s cooked. I need the meat, brother.’ ‘It’s gonna hit the spot, Mike. I’m starved. Stephanie hasn’t really been Nigella in the kitchen lately. Are you okay?’ ‘I’m okay now. I just think too much sometimes.’ ‘Don’t. Sometimes we think stopping bad things from happening is so important. Think about it. Weapons of mass destruction. Mass destruction. These are huge words.
