The thunder of the Falls almost drowned out the speech of the men in combat dress, as the moved through the bush. White men, armed with the very latest weapons, they were just another group of the mercenaries who have blighted the life of the African continent for so long. Moving along beside Victoria Falls, they were inense, scanning the environment.
A great train rattled by on the bridge that spanned the might Zambezi, and the mercenaries ducked. Once the train had passed, they rose and resumed their progress, scanning the bush. The leader of the group looked back at the others, before motioning for them to spread out.
One of the men started, looking back at his fellows, a look of alarm on his face.
"You...!" he began.
But the man said no more. At that moment, the silence of the bush was broken by the report of a machine-gun.
All that remained was the roar of the Falls.
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