Ten minutes later, on the dirt road to Northern Darfur.
Klein adjusted the fake beard in the SUV's rearview mirror.
His face was sculpted with special makeup into the silhouette of "Shepherd," with a similarly cloudy contact lens over his left eye.
In the back seat, Song Heping was holding a radio transceiver, instructing all the crew.
"Remember, you are now bodyguards hired by the 'Shepherd,' and I am the leader."
Song Heping said fluently in Arabic: "Your background is mercenaries from the EO company. No need to say much, just follow the VIP escort training you received and be a qualified bodyguard."
"Understood, boss."
"Not boss, what did I say?"
"Understood, chief!"
"Hmm, that's more like it."
The convoy kicked up a cloud of dust, heading towards the area controlled by Hakeem's armed organization.
Before entering the control zone, the convoy stopped, Collins got out with a mercenary and threw out a "Big Crow" drone, then quickly returned to the vehicle.
