As the rock-laden cart carried him and the four men to the surface of the volcanic crater, Peter Samadu was finally able to feel the sun's rays. He could also feel the scowl on the mercenaries' faces that were waiting for them with AK-47 assault rifles. Peter and the men had been down in the crater for more than ten hours. No extra water or food was provided - only what was given 10 hours prior. As soon as he and the men jumped off the cart, they started coughing from the sudden burst of clean air that hit their lungs. Their bounty, in this case, the cart that held the kimberlite rocks, was wheeled away from them. They could go home now.