5 “So you think the woman could prove to be a problem?” Umar inquired. Coetzee’s face remained cold. “I do.” Umar smiled. “More than she’s worth?” “Yes.” “Smile my friend! She’s a prisoner like the rest. Nothing more, nothing less. Just a young woman.” Vincent shifted his stance, a slight indication of his disagreement, keeping his thoughts on the matter to himself. “Are we done?” Umar’s amusement faded. Seriousness set in once more. “How long until the building is complete?” “Not long. I can persuade the men to work quicker. It would be sooner, than later.” Umar nodded, “Good. Do it. We shall move them to the warehouse under the cover of night when it’s done. Leave the trailers there. The idiots will assume they are still inside.” Vincent nodded and stood at attention, remaining as still as he always did. Umar grinned. The man he faced was a formidable opponent, a solid wall who made people think twice about crossing him. His hard exterior...
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