10
Mobutu's Eyes
“Shit.”
“Talk to me, Alpha.”
“I missed the shot. The big man’s in the house.”
Clarence came on the radio. “Outside master bedroom. Electronic lock. Tripping the circuit.”
“No wait,” Inge said. “Alpha?”
“I’m on it,” I said, already unclipping what looked like a large, black tape measure from my belt with a metal buckle hanging out.
The buckle was attached to the end of a thin, but very strong black cord. I hooked it on the wire mesh floor of the watchtower, clipped the contraption back onto my belt and hopped over the edge, as if it wasn’t the scariest thing ever.
Three soldiers broke out of another building with rifles at the ready. s**t, we were rumbled. One cranked on a set of floodlights over the courtyard. They looked up towards the watchtower, shouting. But t
