Sumbe Luanda

Sumbe Luanda

Lat = 11 degrees, 9.6 minutes South

Long = 13 degrees, 52.7 minutes East

Shakira had listened to Hussein’s report and had advised him to get out of the country, he advised him to go to Redhill private airfield in Kent on Monday morning, where one of his Gulfstream’s would be waiting to bring him back to Sumbe.

Shakira was now in contact with his pilot; twenty-minutes later after the conversation with Shakira he was airborne on route to Redhill airfield in Kent.

Shakira was analysing the information from Hussein, it would be prudent he thought; to presume his home would be a possible target especially if Hussein was captured.

He picked a two-way radio up and called Chima his estate foreman, “Chima come up to the house.”

“Yes boss,” replied Chima.

Five minutes later Chima arrived at the main house and met Shakira on the veranda, he was a tall thin man in his sixty’s with a baldhead, he had been with Shakira for several years looking after Shakira’s property.

“I want the estate shut down within the next twelve-hours; as usual all the staff are to go to their homes, I will leave the usual amounts on monies for you to distribute out to the staff and have my belongings packed for the trip to the fort and tell Sango I want to see him.”

“As you say, it shall be done,” replied Chima.

Chima had been used to this aspect of Shakira’s life, and had performed this request on many previous occasions.

He walked away to set the orders in motion.

Sango was walking up to the residence from the barracks compound having been given the order from Chima he was from the town of Malkal in Sudan; he was in his early twenties with short dread-lock hair dressed in baggy army fatigues with a AK-47 slung over his right shoulder.

Shakira was waiting for him on the veranda, as he entered Shakira spoke, “were moving out to the fort immediately, how many men have we here?”

“Forty-three including me baas.”

“How many at the fort?”

“There are seventy-one on site with another twenty-two out on hire to some of your associates baas.”

Shakira did the maths quickly one-hundred and fourteen men, “okay; have the men ready for leaving in the hour and contact the fort to advise them we are on our way and to expect us”... he looked at his watch sixteen twenty-three hours, “Nineteen-hundred hours.”

Sango left and returned to the barracks to issue the orders to leave.