In the morning, which was still warm and filled with social activities, I stepped on the gas pedal of the Humvee to leave the refugee camp area.
My destination was a forest that bore silent witness of a massacre of bandits shot with GECAL 50 bullets. In accordance with the wise King's instructions, I was accompanied by Doctor Portia and a new General who had not yet introduced himself. An uninvited guest also riding on the roof of the Humvee, but I ignored her because our relationship was not close enough to warrant conversation.
Vroomm...
Vroomm...
Without attracting the attention of the people and the royal knights who were preparing to return to the Royal Capital of Belfast, my hands remained on the steering wheel, and my feet pressed the pedals too deeply.
The vibrations from the rough, rocky road shook the Humvee, nearly causing the uninvited guest riding on the roof to fall off, but she was still able to maintain her balance.
