I grab the radio, “Yes, yes, Makali. You ok?”

Opening the door to the hallway, I hear Miles having what sounds like a much more serious conversation, “… you would hide the snare by doing what? … Ok Mate, but what if …?”

Holding on to the rail with my left hand, I head back down to the second floor. I pick-up my chips and a glass of water and head back toward my laptop. The momentary quietness is interrupted by a sudden squawk from the radio on the table followed by the sound of Makali’s voice. 

“Bwana, Bwana!”

I grab the radio, “Yes, yes, Makali. You ok?”

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