Chapter III

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Carrie consulted her map of leads

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Carrie consulted her map of leads. Aayan was dead. Her next step was to reach out to Aayan's contact who pilfered pharmaceuticals from the hospital for Haqqani. The nurse sounded an alarm at being interrogated. Carrie barely escaped from two plain clothed operatives. 

Whilst shooting her way out of an ambush, Carrie's nine millimetre pistol turned out to be nothing more than her own right hand. Uniformed police men that approached Carrie from the rear got to her first. They dragged her from the middle of the road, placed her in a straight jacket and detained her in a dark and dreary police sobering up centre.

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Hours later, two muscular bound operatives in plain clothes appeared

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Hours later, two muscular bound operatives in plain clothes appeared. Without talking to her or answering requests for the embassy to be contacted, they released her from police custody and bundled her into a vehicle. Fearful that she had been kidnapped Carrie looked for a weapon to kill herself with than become Haqqani's bargaining chip. The hour long silence in the car was ominous. The car came to a complete stop in front of automatic metal gates that opened to reveal an opulent estate and mansion. The two operatives led her resisting body inside. Once inside a large lamp lit, living room, they unbuckled the straight jacket and left by the front door.

All alone, Carrie found an exit through French doors that opened onto extensive grounds. Before leaving, she was confronted by a ferocious guard dog that barked and pounced menacingly. Carrie hastily closed the door and was looking for another exit when she heard footsteps coming down a polished mahogany staircase.

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