Dante descended the stairs. Hands visible. Non-threatening. Stepping between the rebels and his family.

"I'm Dante Moretti. These are my children. My wife. We're here supporting the Ubuntu Foundation. Humanitarian work. Nothing political. Nothing threatening."

The rebel leader studied him. Young. Maybe thirty. Battle-hardened. Suspicious. Dangerous.

"Rich Europeans. Playing humanitarian. While my people starve. While foreign governments support corrupt leaders who steal our resources."

"I understand your anger. Your frustration. The injustice. But we're not your enemy. We're trying to help. Supporting families. Children. People your revolution is supposed to protect."

"Words. Everyone has words. Where's the action? Where's the real help?"

"Look around. This compound. The programs Amara runs....