Erin and Kristen clear customs without too much difficulty. As they leave the airport, they are hit by a wave of heat. They recoil slightly at the grime and chaos of an African city. The pollution grit leaves their eyes watering. The girls stagger towards the curb, confused and disoriented by their surroundings.
The girls squirm as they find themselves surrounded on all sides by hordes of Africans, knocking into them. Erin feels an anonymous hand linger on her behind, but when she turns it is simply replaced by another.
Kristen feels a hand grab her lower back roughly and thrust her towards an open car door. Relieved to escape the crowd, she yells to Erin and climbs in. The girls sigh with relief as the door slams shut behind them.
The feeling doesn't last, however, as the car makes its way through the crowd and away from the airport.
"What is this? Where are we going? Where's Ntombe?" Erin whispers.
"It was him who pushed me towards this car," Kristen replies.
"Well where is he?"
"I don't know."
"Are you sure it was him?"
"I think so." Kristen replies shakily. "They all look the same to me."
Erin looked at the man in the front seat. "The driver sure isn't Ntombe." She leans forward. "Excuse me, driver..." she begins in her Australian twang.
"Be quiet! Sit back!" the driver roars. Startled, Erin backs immediately into the seat.
After a moment, Kristen tries. "Sir, please, where are you taking us?"
"Yes, taking." the driver says firmly. The girls exchanged a confused, worried look.
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