#Chapter151
Prologue.
The year is 2005
The moon sits high in the dark night sky as the paddles dip silently into the dark waters of the Kafue River; a mist rises from the edges of the river bank, cloaking the three men as they push the dugout forward cutting through the water towards their destination, and the completion of their quest.
Silently they bring the dugout alongside the bank, secure it, and slip into the dark bush like phantoms, heading towards their ultimate goal.
The safari camp is surrounded by a boma, and the central fire flickers in the playful breeze as it throws up sparks into the night sky. All is silent and still as the occupants of the camp sleep, dreaming about what adventures the rising sun will bring.
The shadows of the three phantoms slip into the camp and head towards a tent in the center, for in there lays their quarry. As one they move in and emerge with a white bundle draped across the shoulders of one of them.