He stubbed out the cigarette. The day shift was arriving, crisp and ready. The city of Lusaka was waking up, unaware of the danger that had passed, unaware of the men in blue and grey who watched while the capital slept.
Then Kenneth saw it. A section of the fence, near the drainage culvert, had been peeled back just enough for a person to slide through. Not cut with loud grinders, but pried—quiet, patient work.
"Alpha-1, fence breach confirmed at culvert. No visual on suspects yet. Recommend you hold."