Part 3-
I'm sitting on a prop plane, we left the capital of Angola, "luanda, luganda, I don't know the difference."
Hans looks at me in the eye, "those niggers just put two grand in our pockets huh?"
"Excuse me?", puzzled I query at Hans, "every person on the field was black , if that made a difference, Kaiser-dong?", I add the dong to emphasize my disagreement with his outright racism.
"Does it matter, that we won?", Hans looks genuinely puzzled.
"Do you think I'm here for the money you psuedo-German fuck? Do you think I don't know who you are and what you do. Day one, motherfucker, and look at the dossier. I don't care if and when this plane goes down, but know if it does it is because of me and not you. The people that matter, don't care about you. You stepped in way too deep on this one, Kaiser."