'The Risky Mango'
The clouds burst into an ear splitting thunderclap as we walked past the old bus stop which evidently looked well past its prime. The leaking asbestos roof and chipped baked brickwalls were a testimony to its age and abandonment. Our movement along its side was quick but not effortless. The sticky mud and the lashing rains made our walk tougher than it actually was. A goods truck zoomed past us with the driver battling heavy condensation on the windshield. The tires hissed with the reduced friction due to the wet roads as the truck took a right turn at the junction. My eyes instantly made contact with the man towards my left for a split second, as he nodded before breaking off the pack, into the thick foliage near the big old banyan tree. His positioning had to be perfect. He was the vital cog of our extraction plan. The distraction he was to cause was the only possibility of a safe return. Now, the team of three was reduced to a couple and we dashed forward trying to make as much ...