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other?”
Weisgaden expressed something between a grimace and a grin. “Fuck you, you kangaroo bush-hopper.”
Hellerman looked at Weisgaden a moment longer and then exchanged a grin with Faccio. “See there? He’s already talking dirty. What more could a guy ask for, mate?”
Faccio only gave the Australian mercenary the finger. He couldn’t figure how he’d been so lucky getting on a detail with these two clowns. Things had been fine doing local work back on Sicily. How he’d ever let a former client talk him into working with the likes of Hellerman and Weisgaden, Faccio would never understand. But at the moment, it didn’t really matter because they finally had some action on the horizon, and he would be able to find comfort in doing what he did best.
“You two want to stow that shit long enough to listen up?”
Hellerman looked surprised. “That’s kind of funny, ’cause I don’t remember anybody dying and leaving you in charge.”
“I ain’t saying I’m in charge. But I just got off the phone with our client. Seems they’ve run into some trouble in Lüderitz.”
Weisgaden put down the pistol he’d been rubbing with a gun cloth, and his eyes flashed with a new alertness. “Lüderitz? Why should they have any trouble in that ghost town?”
“They say there are five Americans and one local, some kind of doctor, causing trouble for their operations.”
“Five Americans? Military? Maybe Delta Force?”
Faccio shrugged. “Don’t know—they didn’t say. Could be U.S. black ops, maybe even independent contractors. Whoever they are, our contact wants us to shag our asses down there and take care of business.”
“Well, I for one am ready to get the hell out of this shithole,” Hellerman said as he gathered up his gear. “Sitting around here’s putting corns on my bum.”
“Too much information, bush-hopper,” Weisgaden replied.
Without further banter, the three men gathered their equipment and prepared to depart the hotel. They decided not to check out of their rooms since they were paid up through the week and the drive from Walvis Bay to Lüderitz wasn’t that far. With any luck, they could get down there, do the job and be back by morning. Five Americans wouldn’t be much of a problem if they weren’t expecting trouble—especially the kind of trouble at which the three mercenaries excelled.
Faccio hadn’t worked with Hellerman or Weisgaden before—and he fervently hoped he wouldn’t ever have to again—but word in his circle of influence was they each possessed considerable skills and were respected soldiers of fortune in their own right. So they weren’t a class act and personable types. So what? They knew how to do the job and that’s all Faccio really cared about. He only had to work with them, not be their bosom buddy.
They loaded their equipment in the SUV and Hellerman took the wheel. He’d operated in South Africa many times before and knew the terrain better than either Faccio or Hellerman. He maneuvered through the cold, rain-washed streets of Walvis Bay like an expert and soon they were on the B-4 bound for Lüderitz.
Movement throughout the country was surprisingly simple. Namibia didn’t have the legal resources of other countries and frankly didn’t need them. Crime wasn’t particularly high in the sparsely populated areas, and what zones might be more dangerous—such as highly concentrated areas of workers around diamond mines and the like—were highly restricted. Vehicles caught anywhere near forbidden zones were immediately stopped, occupants searched and all possessions seized. Random death and destruction occurred regularly in those parts, and unless one had a death wish they were best avoided altogether.
In some respects, Faccio had to admit he liked it that way. It made things much easier for operations like this one, and they could pretty much assume the role of dumb tourists if they did come in contact with authorities. Tourism provided most of the economic staple in this part of the world, and police hassling visitors was generally frowned upon by the majority of citizens. There was a sort of live-and-let-live policy in force and only the most serious crimes got any attention from the law.
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