Sullivan took one last drag from his cigarette and put it out. Eyeing the other members of the party wondering how he had gotten caught up with these men. He had experienced his share of combat. Sierra Leone, Angola, Sudan, Somalia, Liberia...but nothing was like this. So many different factions, all wanting to get a piece of the action. Sullivan loved Africa because Africa is tameless. But nothing can be compared to the chaos he was about to enter.
"Is it cold in North Korea?" He asked.