"Go ahead, remember, don't let the British know we kept a trick up our sleeve." Bokassa waved his hand, got up shakily, humming an off-key tune as he left the secret room. He seemed to already see, in some future day, the scene of he and Victor shaking hands across the space, together dividing the world, a scene magnificent in his imagination.
The undercurrents of the African Continent have now interwoven with the whirlpools of North America and Europe, becoming even more murky and dangerous.
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Mexico City, in the office.
