Farai was getting anxious, it had been a few days since the captains had decided to send this little raiding party inland to do some foraging and collection, and they barely were able to keep themselves fed, let alone collect anything to bring back to the boats.
At least the others had found that old woman to satisfy their urges last night, the ten-year old was getting some of those looks again.
When they heard the commotion Akene had been quick to get them moving, but the fool had taken forever to get them to the right location, and the foreigners were almost ready to move again when the raiders had them in sight.
They intended to simply burst into view, this many armed pirates in a truck was more than capable of cowing a few oyibos without a fight, but Farai had his shiny black AK ready, just in case.
The truck rolled into view down the path, the crowded bed packed with men, visibly armed. They stopped a good distance away and a man climbed down from the cab and started towards them, a couple of older boys jumping out to follow him.
One boy had his rifle slung over his shoulder and was chewing some kind of leaf, the other had no strap on his and carried it like a sack of groceries.
The lead man had only a holstered sidearm, and waved in greeting as he walked up and spoke in the local tongue, “Looks like you had an accident.”
The timing here is a little hinky, I am figuring you heard the truck just as you all were about to mount up. The only one in your truck is Torley, running the winch to spool it in after finishing the recovery.
