It took them a while to remember where they were and what type of stalls were scattered all around. “We’re dumbasses.” Kinimaka hung his head. “Not really,” Alicia said. “We’re just not used to shopping at designer boutiques inside a war zone.” At that moment the tent flap opened and Dahl stepped through. He took one look at the state of their clothes and then shook his head. “Couldn’t manage without me, huh?” Drake apprised him of all the details, bemused at the Swede’s reaction and knowing he shouldn’t be. “Caimans!” Dahl shouted. “You fought caimans and I missed it?” He sounded truly crushed. “Hell, Mano and I could have started a new sport. Caiman tossing.” Alicia looked up. “Any way you view that comment—it’s dangerous.” Dahl scowled. “Best part of the bloody mission, and I’m babysitting a surfer.”
