Mamadou's eyes narrowed. He knew those people were ambitious, but they were all watching intently.
"Give me a week." He finally said.
"Three days."
Hendrick held up three fingers, "Three days later, give me an answer. If you agree, the next shipment will have heavy weapons—mortars, recoilless rifles, and maybe even a few used armored vehicles. Also, the first batch of 'agriculturalists'—they'll teach your people how to turn those wild poppies and coca into more productive and profitable strains."
The deal was made. The goods were quickly transferred to a hidden warehouse in the jungle ashore. Mamadou's men began unloading, their movements skillful. Hendrick didn't linger, boarding a small boat back to the 'Tuna'. The bulk carrier sounded its horn, slowly turned, and sailed towards the open sea, soon disappearing over the horizon.
