Chapter 15
“So we just walk in? Someone please tell me we have a better plan.”
The sun had fully set and darkness was firmly clamped down on the dim city in the time it had taken them to fight the twenty-five kilometers from the airport to the Palais de la Nation. Streetlights were non-existent in Kinshasa and it was only shop lights and the slashes of headlights that lit the streets at all. The massive crowds of the city churning along the street edges and shopfronts weren’t present here. The plaza where Chester had dropped them off in front of the president’s palace was a surprising sea of tranquility.
Jesse looked up at the towering bronze of the chubby Laurent Kabila that commanded the plaza. Kabila had become the nation’s third president by bloody coup, overthrowing a three-decade
