Deckard walked under a sign that stretched across the road on two posts at either end of the street.  It announced that he was entering China Town.  China Town in Port Louis.  He walked his surveillance detection route through the city, visiting a number of shops along the way.  They had only finished breaking down the staging area in Australia and landed back in Mauritius a few hours prior.  By the time he got to the third shop, he realized he had picked up a tail.

Stopping at a fruit stand, Deckard picked a kiwi out of a basket and tossed it into the air several times.  The person tailing him stopped alongside and picked up a mango.

“How long have you been in country?” Deckard asked.

“Long enough, brother,” Aghassi responded.  “Long enough.”

They walked into a nearby Chinese restaurant and immediately sat down at the table they wanted without waiting for a server to seat them.

“You look beat, dude.”

“I’m hanging in there.”

“This is starting to come together.  You won’t have to do this much longer.  I’ve done the forward reconnaissance of the address you gave me and scoped out all those bungalows.  We can get a platoon from Samruk in here within a week and clean this nest of vipers out.  Pat is already talking to people in Madagascar about it.”