Destroy the Tiger

Dwight emerged from his room, accepting the black coat Carey, his bodyguard, handed him. He draped it over his shoulders and walked out. Dust danced in the air, mixed with the scents of petrol and gunpowder. Dwight nodded at passing soldiers who saluted him. The camp was similar to many others he’d visited, with one crucial difference. In this place lurked a ‘tiger’ with no morals, a man who forgot about citizens’ welfare, colluding with the enemy and secretly trafficking drugs and weapons. Dwight had observed this tiger for a long time. The problem? This tiger was strong, tough to eliminate. So, he instructed Dylan to work undercover with Carl, setting the stage to destroy the tiger completely. ‘Mr President, dinner at the canteen now. National affairs after half an hour,’ Carey notified him. ‘Alright.’ As they walked, they passed the detention centre that held Elias. The setting sun painted the roof a majestic orange-red. Dwight cast a glance, a gloomy light flashing in his eyes befo