The meeting with the Chair - Willem du Plessis had gone as planned; Kunene had secured what he wanted�a green light to pursue the new case. Now came the hard part: uncovering the identity of CZ. To do that, they had to locate the owner of the gadgets and apply pressure, hoping to extract information about the operation.
They knew it wouldn�t be easy. Anyone in possession of such secrets was trained to resist, surviving the squeeze. Whether this particular individual would break�or hold firm�was a question that hung over them, unresolved until they found them.
And finding them posed its own challenge. There was only one person who might know the owner�s whereabouts: Lieutenant Mazibuko.
Mazibuko had to be approached, and for that, they needed a subpoena. Mabena returned to the safe house, where the team was on standby, waiting for his orders. They were people of action, built for it; the idleness was a weight, like drowning. While the general worked to secure the necessary subpoena for Lieutenant Mazibuko, Mabena requested permission to mobilize his team and begin their preparations.
As soon as Brigadier Mabena walked into the safe house, a wave of relief and curiosity swept through the team. This was especially true for Mantwa and Lindani, who were supposed to have been at the Sahara Night Club that evening. Instead, they had been ordered to wait for the Brigadier�s return. Captain Kgole, like Mazibuko, had called in sick�a mere formality, as his presence with the Brigadier meant he was still on duty. The cover was necessary; they couldn�t risk anyone at the station discovering that the gadgets weren�t only in Captain Kgole�s possession, but also in the hands of the Mambas.
�Lady and gentlemen,� Mabena began, his voice carrying the weight of something significant. �Yesterday, we landed on information that could turn out to be explosive.�
He let the words hang in the air, sweeping his gaze across the room, locking eyes with each operative in turn. Then, with deliberate steps, he moved toward Shadows, who was sprawled on a worn-out couch, cigarette smouldering between his fingers. The man looked like he hadn�t slept in days.