July 2, 2003
Few bothered to travel in this direction, and the road was frayed at the edges. As he pulled it over, General Sierra’s staff car rolled off the narrow strip of bitumen, across an untidy verge of gravel, then into the long wild grass. He killed the engine, and sat there as the car ticked and cooled. He had a panoramic view, and in the middle of the day there was no one about to disturb it. After the controlled chaos of the Governor’s palace, the bustle of the city, and the roar of the car’s engine, the silence was strange.