Our Lives Could Be At Stake When Cecilia woke up again, she was engulfed in complete darkness, with only the faint murmur of people conversing reaching her ears.

“This is a matter of life and death. A few million is far from enough. It has to be at least this amount!”

“Ten million?”

The voice of a somewhat familiar middle-aged man rang out.

“No, it’s one hundred million Azanian currency!” said the man negotiating with the middle-aged man.

A hundred million Azanian currency?

Ralph found it hard to believe. “That’s a huge amount. Why don’t you just go rob someone instead?”