George Grey wore a wig made out of bamboo curtain rings, held in place with an old scarf. His high-powered rifle suggested it was not useful to comment on the fake ray bans and imitation military gear. He was sitting under a large banyan tree with other oddly dressed insurgents, some with homemade rifles, others with spears and axes. One had a bow and arrow.
Rabuka and Adefuye had come to meet them.
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