Ethiopia, border temporary camp.
Song Heping squatted beside the diesel generator, using a tactical knife to slice through a piece of hard compressed biscuit.
In the distance, a sandstorm was approaching, a yellow-brown wall of wind swallowing the horizon. The perimeter sentries had long since erected dust blankets, yet fine sand still infiltrated every crevice without fail.
Ferrari lifted the tent flap, walking in with a somber face.
"Henry is missing," he spoke directly, his voice low yet audible to everyone in the tent.
Song Heping paused briefly in his actions but soon resumed slicing the biscuit, asking without looking up, "When did it happen?"
"Three days ago."
Ferrari was fixated on Song Heping's reaction.
"I hired someone locally to investigate. His apartment in Morocco was raided, signs of a struggle were left behind, but no bodies."
Song Heping finally lifted his head, his gaze was unnervingly calm.
