Cambodian Hellhole
“Hunter - Cambodian Hellhole /**/ Chapter Twelve Captain Nguyen Ngu lit a slender cigarette and drew the smoke deep into his lungs, savoring the tart aroma, waiting for it to mask the smell of blood, sweat, and urine that had made his office reek like a slaughterhouse.
The stains on the floorboard were another matter. He would have one of the prisoners attempt to clean them up tomorrow, when the others were at work in the mines. One of the wounded or ill, perhaps, fit for nothing more than... kneeling, scrubbing up the dirt of others.
Perhaps the new arrival would be perfect for it.
Ngu reconsidered. If he was not questioning the tall American tomorrow, he would send him to the mines along with the others. He did not want him here, inside the camp itself, in case his men should risk a foolhardy rescue attempt.
Captain Ngu had no doubt whatsoever that there were other men, probably nearby, perhaps watching the corn-pound at this very instant.MoreLess
The stains on the floorboard were another matter. He would have one of the prisoners attempt to clean them up tomorrow, when the others were at work in the mines. One of the wounded or ill, perhaps, fit for nothing more than... kneeling, scrubbing up the dirt of others.
Perhaps the new arrival would be perfect for it.
Ngu reconsidered. If he was not questioning the tall American tomorrow, he would send him to the mines along with the others. He did not want him here, inside the camp itself, in case his men should risk a foolhardy rescue attempt.
Captain Ngu had no doubt whatsoever that there were other men, probably nearby, perhaps watching the corn-pound at this very instant.MoreLess
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