* growl * Hamza stomach made some more noise, he hid his embarrassed face while Steve watched his child like innocence. Despite their differences, it was good to see a young man that wasn't far gone like he was in the past.
" Dig in." Steve asked as soon as their food arrived. Hamza nodded but was still hesitant because Steve was looking too closely at his movements.
" It's not poisoned right?" Hamza had been taught from a young age not to trust any strangers especially foreigners that employed these kinds of methods to trick them. Even during the war, when he was just a child he had heard how other countries would support the rival forces behind the back but also didn't forget to keep up appearances in front of Black Swans.
When he grew older he came to realize that it was solely for squeezing more money out of both parties. Instead of sending their own people, they would use the natives as their proxy armies, providing guns for their resources.
