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4. 45 P.M


An Airport attendant helps Amara and the passengers aboard the Shepherd One down the stairs of the mobile staircase. The Swiss Guards guard the old man and alight before Amara, while she took up the rear. Her phone rings, it was Cindy.

“Has the surgery begun?” Amara spoke into her phone.

“Yeah. The doctor assured me that if she makes it through the operation she would live. I just pray it works out sis. I wanted to watch the surgery; they didn’t let me in though,” Cindy, her younger sister said from the other end.

“Ugh… you’re really gross Cindy. What were you thinking?”

“C’mon sis, I wanna start getting used to the sight blood. Can’t do that when I’m already a practicing doctor.”

“Oh what about school? I hope you are not lagging behind”

“Nope, just a couple of skipped quizzes and assignments. I can make that all up when all this is over. That place is so noisy, where are you now?”

“I’m at the airport. I just landed in Nigeria,”

“Amara!” someone shouted from the door of the private arrival lounge they were heading to.

“How was your journey? I hope you bought me something from Italy?”

“We’ll talk about this later okay,” she said and terminated the call.

Amara screwed her face against the scotching sun to get a better view. She was excited as she spotted Agent Kimberly, a long-time friend at the CTAN. They hugged tightly.

“Girl you’re looking good. We’ve really missed you at the agency,” Kimberly said.

“I’ve missed you too Kim. You are not looking bad. It’s been a long time. I hope you’re finally getting on well with Adams?” she asked.

She waves her hand,

“We alright. Since you left he’s gone a little soft on us,” they chuckle.

“Girl, I still don’t get the reason why you pulled out like that, Adams keeps on yapping about how you are the best recruit he’s ever trained.”

“He really did say that?”

“Uh huh. Especially when he is giving one them speeches to new trainees,” they laugh, “let’s get in, the make-up artist is waiting,” Kim said, tugging her along.

“Oh yeah, we’re running out of time,” she said. Her phone rang.

“Hello, Adams.”

“Amara, have you contacted your e-eh, fiancé?”


“What’s the situation report?”

“I’m not an agent, Adams,” she smirked.

“Oh I almost forgot. Is there any development?”

“The first daughter is with him but they were under attack last time we spoke. You need to get your men over there as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, they’re on the way. The FBI has been notified and they are already handling the situation over there but they’ve not reported any capture.”

“What about the two agents?” she asked.

“They were found half unconscious and laughing in their hotel room. They were poisoned with laughing gas. A canister containing the gas was found in the room. We couldn’t find anything from the hotel cameras. Whoever did it is a pro.”

“Damn, these people must really be bent on fucking over the president.”

“You guys have got to be fast…We’re running out of time. We don’t trust anybody right now. The Malibu has a lot of spies even within the CTAN, and they seem to know that we’re involved. They even sent us co-ordinates of where the Pope would be dropped off.”

“I don’t think I can do this. I’m really scared, Adams.”

“Don’t be. You shouldn’t be. We’ve got your back. Is the make-up expert through?”

The Pope’s double comes out looking like the real pope but he has a shade on.

“Touché. If the real Pope were here, I wouldn’t be able to tell who is who. He did a really good job.”

Adams chuckled and ended the call.

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