Great friday

  Siem Reap, Cambodia - August 2027

  The sun was setting over the city of Siem Reap. Two men sat on the rooftop terrace of a French-colonial building. It was a hot evening, hot and humid. The kind of evenings where the clothes stick to your body, and the mosquitos can’t seem to leave you alone.

  The flare of a match revealed a soldier's face, a man with a wide brown moustache, waxed into semi circles on both ends. He lit a cigarette, and gestured with the half-filled pack to another soldier.

  ‘’Want a smoke, Davey?’’ Said the man with the moustache.

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  Lance took a cigarette from the pack, and lit it with his flip lighter. ‘’Thanks.’’ He took a drag and exhaled. ‘’It’s getting dark fast huh.’’

  ‘’It’s late, Lance. Tomorrow we leave so I suggest you try to get some rest soon.’’

  ‘’Did they even tell you what we’re supposed to be looking for? They’re acting all mysterious and shit, and this sure as hell has nothing to do with the war.’’

  ‘’Yeah, they ain’t keeping us here to keep an eye on the Chinese. However, I do roughly know the route we’re gonna take. Whatever the hell they want us to fetch, is on the border with Laos. Tomorrow we hitch a ride with an armed convoy, and follow the road all the way to where the Mekong river meets the Kong river, and we are gonna take a boat and float up the Kong river till we are on the border. We hop off in some place called Khan Mak something, and then head North-East.’’

  ‘’Quite the trip.’’

  ‘’That’s all I know unfortunately. Sure would help if they told us what we are looking for.’’