Teuns had fallen asleep earlier tonight, ravished with hunger and exhaustion. The shackles feel like flaming bands that cut into his wrists and ankles. Time and hope are now his only friends and comrades.
Earlier tonight, he had tried to frighten Stephanie when he announced Dulacs were watching them. He had hoped it would scare the big man into fleeing sometime. Then only Carlos and himself would be left, and it would be easier to handle one man than two.
Teuns has been sure Stephanie would get spooked enough so that he would take one of the jeeps during the night and disappear. Then, if the gods had mercy on him, he could eliminate Carlos somehow and make his getaway with the second jeep.
And he must get away, as he was not bluffing when he told them about the Dulacs. He had seen them
