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‘Cut the engine: we’ll drift with the current,’ Jed said to Moses.
The tracker nodded and there was silence. Moses kept a hand on the boat’s steering wheel, ensuring the rudder was straight as they approached a bend in the river.
Jed checked the GPS again. The distance to the waypoint was two hundred metres and closing. Jed pointed to the riverbank and Moses turned hard on the rudder. The fibreglass hull of Wylde’s boat made a shushing noise as it docked with the sandy bed of the river. jed stepped over the side of the boat into water up to his knees and pulled the craft onto dry land. He scanned the tree line through his night vision monocle. Moses knelt beside him. ‘Clear,’ Jed said. He checked the GPS and pointed across the jutting spit of land. ‘Camp’s on the other side of this
