"Sawa! Nitawasaidia!" Amina screamed over the deafening sound of a sledgehammer fracturing the office door.
With shaking fingers, she snatched the cloned SIM card off the DVC’s desk and shoved it into Sergeant Mwangi’s tracking device. Mwangi immediately punched a button, syncing the tracker to her iPhone. "Piga simu sasa hivi!" he ordered. "Mwambie unakuja Gate A!"
Amina dialed the number Brayo had given her. The line clicked open. "Niko... niko na line!" she stammered into the receiver, her voice thick with panic. "Naitoroka polisi saa hii! Tutanunua masaa wapi?"
"Kuja Gate A haraka! Kuna boda ya red inakungoja hapo!" a rough voice barked before cutting the call.
"Skaat! Kila mtu toka!" Mwangi yelled as the wooden door finally split completely open.
Mwangi fired two warning shots into the ceiling, blinding the attackers with smoke and muzzle flash. In the ensuing chaos, he grabbed Amina’s arm and dragged her through...