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Greg walked down the hall and turned into the third door on the right. He was now in the kitchen. It wasn't exactly a kitchen, but it was close to one. A round table was in the middle with a few chairs at it. A miniature refrigerator was in the back along with a propane oven and a a TV tray with a coffee maker and a can of grounded up coffee beans. Greg walked over and took the cup out of the top part of it. He put a filter and two scoops of coffee into it, placed it back in, and pressed the "start" button.

Greg sat down in a chair with his feet on the table. The mission they had been paid to do was impossible. He and his team were paid for an assassination. His specialty was sabotage and reconnaissance, not assassination. The man they were hired to kill and let his whole world come crumbling down was a Hutu warlord named Sasha Solom. He had his own private army with highly trained men armed to the teeth with some of the best weaponry on the continent, including the 7.62mm Kalashnikov assault rifle.