Kugabe Ltd. Building
Khartoum, Sudan
Same Day

From the street below, Captain Seymour could hear sounds of the rally leaking in through the thin walls.

Ahead of him, the door to room 321 was just a sliver open, almost teasingly so. Seymour made a few motions to his crew, then kicked the door in. It banged against the plaster.

His team ran in, trigger fingers dancing with anticipation. They stopped. By the window, instead of a sniper aiming at al-Bashir below, was a plastic mannequin like those in a store display. Seymour frowned and walked up to the mannequin. There was a note taped to its back.

“What does it say?” one of the team members asked.

Seymour ripped it off. ”’So much for your good morals.’” His eyes widened. “To the stairs!” he bellowed.

Just as they reached the stairwell, a massive series of explosions threw them to the ground. The dust cleared. The outdoor air whipped at their faces as they could see the street below them – with half of the building lying in a heap on top of it.