"But the treasury's drying up."
"Then bleed it differently. The world's in a silent war; realignments are happening everywhere. Africa's fragmented and we're infighting more than uniting."
Someone added,
"A flower can only bloom if its core is healthy. But rot spreads from within. We need to cut the bad seeds... and watch out for the weeds leeching from all sides."
After that, the once-busy virtual conference slowly dimmed, each figure fading out until only the chairman of the Nigerian Bureau of Hunters remained.
He removed his neural connector, sleek and advanced, like a VR helm,, and exhaled heavily.
"Vanessa," he said, glancing at the woman seated across the bed.
"I'll never get used to these 'calls.'"
She tapped away on a tablet.
"Did they pressure you about the raid's failure?"
He waved a hand.
"Nope. And put that thing down; something is already up; that body's for me tonight."
