At one end of the dock, two groups of people had suddenly drawn their firearms and were facing off. Behind them was the blue glassy stretch of ocean where seagulls and flamingos were wheeling about close to the water.
When Chief Maddaloni was confronted with this sudden turn of events, he was rather dumbfounded, not knowing which side he should assist.
According to international law, of course, he should help the Federal Bureau of Investigation. After all, this department could be said to be the Federation's core law enforcement agency that possessed cross-continent authority in carrying out its duties.
Although some powerful regions had their own forces and did not give a f*ck about this agency, in a minor nation like Namibia, they did not have this capacity.
