They nodded to each other again and the jeep left. Helena stood alone in the midst of the grassy savannah. She leaned against a tree and put her hand on her hip, looking left and right as if waiting for a bus. She hummed a bit of AC/DC's
"Ride On"
as she took out a cigarette and lit it.
About halfway through her cigarette, she'd taken the sunscreen out of her shoulder bag and started applying it when she heard the sounds of approaching engines. Clouds of dust were coming up from the horizon in multiple directions. Soon, the vehicles making the sounds came into view: Six Humvees approached the tree that Helen stood under.
All of the vehicles came to a stop roughly twenty feet around her. Not in perfect sync, which Helena thought would have been cooler, just stopping a safe distance away. Each vehicle had a .30 caliber machine mounted on the roof. Two of the gunners pointed their weapons at Helena while the other four turned away from the group and searched the horizon. Almost a minute passed as they looked for any sign of other people approaching. She leaned against the tree and took a drag of her cigarette.
"There are 535 sub-languages and dialects of Bantu, boys," Helena said in English. "Why don't one of you start the conversation and I'll jump in?"
A door on one of the Humvees opened and a short man stepped out. He tossed a sack that landed at Helena's feet. A crude leather and stone ball gag rolled out of it.
"The witch will wear the gag and the hood," he shouted in Somali. Helena bent down and held them up. The bag had a faint scent of a tropical blend shampoo with an emphasis on the coconut scent. She recognized the smell of Maria's shampoo on the bag. Her heart leapt, but she couldn't betray emotion in front of these men, so she simply shrugged.
"Still not my weirdest first date," Helena replied in Somali as she placed the gag in her mouth and tied it around the back. She picked her purse and shoulder bag up off the ground and the Somalian gestured to get into his vehicle. He avoided her gaze as she got into the back seat. A tall, bald white man with a revolver trained on her sat in the back seat as well. He made certain the gag was secure before placing the hood over Helena's head. She felt him taking her purse and bag off her shoulder and searching through them.
"We got a nice piece here," the man said in an East End London accent. From his voice and appearance, he conjured images in Helena's mind of an English actor whose every film featured a POV shot of him kicking someone in the face. "And I ain't talkin' 'bout the countess." She heard the sound of metal gently rattling in his hand and realized he'd found the gun right away. Helena hadn't made it difficult, though. It was on top of everything else in her purse.
"Ruger LC9," he continued. "Good gun for a lady. And wot's this?" She heard the sound of a rubber band being broken off of something and felt his weight shifting as if he were stuffing something in his pocket. "What kind of rich woman comes to Africa with only 5000 Euros in her purse?" There'd been 25,000 Euros in the bag. "And a satellite phone, nice thing ta 'ave out here. Well, we'll just remove the battery and take care of any GPS tracking you had in mind. I'll try and forget to tell the boss about this." He leaned forward, speaking to the driver. "Let's not keep the big man waiting."
The Humvee started moving. She could hear the sounds of the other vehicles moving as well. They started driving around in a circle. From the sounds outside the hood, Helena could hear that the other Humvees were falling into formation in front or behind them and doing the same. A pop followed by a hissing sound came from the front seat, and Helena caught the scent of chemical smoke, indicating that the man had popped open a smoke grenade. After a few seconds, she heard him drop the can. Presumably, men in the other vehicles were doing the same.
"So much for the satellite," she thought as she realized what they were doing. The sounds of other Humvees breaking away from the circle could be heard before the one she was in turned out of it. Presumably, they'd all drove in circles while smoke grenades were popped out, then when a good enough cloud of dust and smoke had been kicked off, each driver went in a different direction. They'd effectively run a shell game on the satellite. Helena ruminated on the fact that she'd seen that one done a few times recently as the driver sped across the savannah.
* * *
Two hours later, the Humvee stopped. Three shots were fired into the air. Another three shots rang out some distance before them and the driver moved on.
Helena heard the sound of cheering and the scent of men who'd never heard of a shower became much stronger than it had been inside the vehicle. The door opened and someone helped her out and removed the hood.
Helena found herself in the yard of a compound of shacks and huts, standing before a giant, muscular man with ebony skin and a cigar in his teeth. Behind him, a large tent, the kind Helena associated with travelling Holy Roller churches, was being erected in the distance. He looked her up and down appraisingly. Helena wondered if this was how Colleen felt in the plane before David Igazi spoke.
"So this is The She-Demon Who Birthed All Witches. I thought you would be taller." Helena shrugged and he continued. "Before I remove your gag, you should be aware that there are guns on you from every tower on the walls, and the men guarding the girl have instructions to kill her if I should appear bewitched."
Helena nodded her understanding and the gag was removed. The Englishman came up to Igazi with her purse and showed him the gun she'd been carrying. He held the gun up in the air, tiny in his hands, and shouted in Rwanda "She brought this to kill me." The men around them laughed.
Igazi took out the money and the carton of cigarettes and ordered they be passed around. He then noticed the black pouch containing the worry beads.
He tossed the gun back to the Englishman and put the beads in his pocket. "I shall hold on to your fetish for now."
"Of all the fetishes I have, worry beads are not one of them," she replied. "I'll be wanting those back. And I'll see Lady Maria before we discuss whatever you want with us, thank you."
