Chapter 11

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And rang again a few times. Henry took the phone. He was quiet. Jake initiated the conversation. "Meet me at 5th Street in ten minutes,". He hung up and was walking to the park. Henry, meanwhile was still thinking about the old incident. But something made him forgive Jake. He got up and ready and was also going the park. He threw away his anger, ego and whatever was in his mind. Jake was sitting in a bench in the lush, green park with just a handful of people. Henry walked up to him. "Sit". said Jake. Henry was reluctant but he sat down. Jake took a deep breath before he started the conversation. He looked him in the eyes and said "Listen, I want you to do a favour for me, for my story." " Keep it until tomorrow. I'll catch the next train to Paris. I need to do some research there. " Henry stared at him." Hmm, what will I get from that? " asked Henry in confusion.
"A free Britain,", assured Jake. "And?" asked Henry. "A thousand pounds."
Henry was still suspicious but he agreed "Deal" he confirmed. But he had something else in his mind. That night, Jake, he was restless, as usual. You couldn't get a good night's sleep in London. Especially after the Scots took it and it is what we call the Civic Party of London. The monarchy was killing him. The communism, sliced his heart slowly, indirectly which was much more painful.
With that thought, he went into a restless slumber. The alarm buzzed. It was 5 in the morning, normally in a Saturday, nobody would wake up at this early hours. But he was to escape, wasn't he? He briskly walked up to the street and hailed a taxi. "Where to, young man?"asked the driver." "Heathrow" phrased Jake. The taxi sped off to Heathrow International Airport, London. On the other hand, at eight, the public test was about to begin and the airport will temporarily close. He was still on his way to the airport. Meanwhile, Henry was still with the same anger and might as well backstab him for one thing. That simple piece of valuable paper he needed in bunches. He called James. They weren't good friends though.

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