The job was a little difficult, but for Wade, who knew Africa well and even spoke some native languages, it was nothing much.
That night, after receiving the deposit from the balding man, he slung his My Little Pony Backpack over his shoulder, stuffed it full of weapons, found a way to sneak into an air force base, and boarded a transport plane carrying logistical supplies to Afghanistan.
The war in Afghanistan had broken out in 2001. Large-scale fighting had ended by now, but The Big Mustache Bin Laden still had not been found, so the military had no choice but to station nearly seventy thousand troops there to scour every inch of the place.
That was exactly what Wade had counted on. He slipped aboard one of the many transport planes, intending to hitch a ride.
American Soldiers were delicate. If you wanted them to fight, they needed Da Li Soda, Skywalker cigarettes and liquor, Wilson chocolate, chewing gum, instant cream soup, canned meat, and all sorts of snacks. It was a bad habit they had developed since World War II.
Those things usually went by ship, though. The plane Wade had boarded was carrying medical equipment. His plan was to reach Afghanistan first, then transfer to Africa to search for the missing fat horse.
What respectable Mercenary bought plane tickets and flew commercial? Wouldn't immigration records just leave clues for people to follow?
What he did not know was that every move he made was being monitored by a super device called Sepulk, something far beyond his understanding at the time.
The assignment took a month. If someone drew Wade's route over that month onto a map, it would look like a tangled ball of yarn sprawled across the African continent.
It was hard to tell whether he