Afternoon today, the rebel army’s vanguard forces had actually made their way to the outskirts of Kabuka. They had confronted Zayad’s army several times as they did.
Zayad understood then that the winds of change had arrived. Truth be told, he had already made the arrangements to run away.
Summoning all the wealthy people of Kabuka tonight was just Zayad’s attempt to get more money before scooting off.
Casting a line one last time before leaving.
Unexpectedly, the rate at which the rebel army took down his outer defences was faster than expected.
Before he could even conclude his looting of the people in the hall, the rebel army had attacked their way into Kabuka City.
At that moment, Zayad was leading a team of guard soldiers and standing guard at a storage warehouse waiting for his son’s return… the storage warehouse was where he kept the assets accumulated through his ten plus years of dictatorship in Kombia.
He had a fleet of vehicles ready for his getaway.
