Cellmate

Chapter 7

A huge thunderclap went across London. The downpour of rain was about to hit the streets. The Grand Government Building stood amidst the harbour of London. The man who was on the top job was browsing thorough his files and checked some things that he wanted. He looked up, his mind was trapped by something. He felt that he was being stalked by someone or something. He couldn't guess either way. Jake was just coming out of the London Times Building which is only two blocks away from the Government Building. He made a mental note to himself : Now or never! He was thinking of a way to get inside. But wait, "supplies" he thought. He went to a store near the gas station and bought a rope, and a hook. The minister was still in there, changing his schedule for tomorrow since it was The Republic Day of London and he had to be present. But that didn't scare Jake. He wants his story, and he's going to get it thought Jake. "Come to daddy!"
He quickly threw a rope and started climbing outside his office. Lucky that it's soundproof, the minister couldn't here a thing. After a long pause the minister was leaving his room. Forgetting his keys, he went back to his car to get it. By the time he got out, not knowing that the top window was open, Jake slid in, quiet as a mouse. He made himself a duplicate key of the main door. Which is not a weird thing, here in London, where forgery is common but not everyone did. Knowing they'll get caught either way, they didn't dare or even cared the slightest. Jake locked the 3 main doors quickly. The Prime Minister , alone, alive and trapped, outside. He took his USB and browsed through his files. There he found an email saying "Your end is our beginning", he copied that and his personal biodata. He quickly removed his USB and jumped out of the window. The reason why the Building isn't protected is mainly because no one would dare. "Well that is the first mistake you did" thought Jake. "Help!" The prime minister tried to get in but had no luck. He forgot his phone inside and all the CCTV cameras had been shut down for maintenance. All of which seemed to coincidence, happened to be real , right now, this time, in North - West London. The journalist ran back to his apartment "." Thank God," he gasped. He turned on his computer and plugged in his USB and started examining all the information that he collected. It was midnight by then. But he didn't mind. That determination was still inside him.

The same night, the rebels had something in mind. Zake, who was the leader started giving the plan. "We're gonna have a new future guys!" he exclaimed. "So when do we start?" asked one of the rebels. "1 am, Parkinson ' s Residence, got it?" The Prime Minister walked to his home, lost in thought. Stuck at some point.