“Sometimes you can be a very pushy, big guy,” Teuns says, and he still sounds slightly angry, but one look in the German’s clear, blue eyes softens Teuns’ heart.
“You can thank your lucky stars that I was not in the mood to fight, big guy. Otherwise, your head would have been turned around backward,” Teuns says with a smile on his face.
“Oh, and now you are suddenly a wrestler? Twists a man’s arm behind his back!”
They look at each other, and their old friendship is back. They have been together in many dangerous situations before, and there is an unbreakable bond between them.
Fritz becomes serious, and he asks. “How will we get out of this one, South African?”
“I honestly do not know,” Teuns says and shrugs. “We will have to start praying, I suppose.”
The big propellers of the plan
