Ambassador Steven and Eric transferred to a border post in Liberia.
Fifteen days had passed since they arrived at the Liberian border. In this desolate desert area, an orderly refugee camp had sprung up from the ground.
The camp was like a giant beast. After accommodating more than 5,000 refugees, it continued to draw in even more.
There were no comforting words; if you wanted to stay, you simply had to register with something like a passport, and then you would receive a tent and a designated spot.
It didn't matter if you didn't know how to set up a tent; volunteers from among the refugees would help.
Order was maintained by Egyptian border soldiers who had temporarily removed their epaulets, and patrolling was done by temporarily retired Sevillian paratroopers.
The proud members of P·B guarded the post, protecting their leader.
