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My Dad was in shock, he hadn't said much on the plane ride after I told him the whole story. I think it was the part about Rashida that shocked him the most. We were at the arrival terminal, I noticed a man in a jacket holding a sign that said Aasir, I tapped on my Dad's shoulder to show him our driver but he was confused as he showed me a police man holding up a sign that also said Aasir. 

The police man turned and noticed the other man in the jacket, the man noticed him and turned to run out of the building. The police officer chased him down and eventually arrested him and handed him over to another man dressed in similar uniform. He walked over to us and showed us his badge to clarify the fact that he was indeed a police officer but I wasn't convinced. "We want to speak to the chief of police" I said quickly. 

"Neveah" My Dad warned. "Dad, you said it was the chief of police you spoke to on the phone so to make sure, let's call him again" I suggested. 

"Nah the kid's right, you can't trust anyone, I mean you just saw it a few seconds ago" The police man said. I looked at his badge to realize his name was Denver Scott. "You can call me Denver" He said as he stretched out his hand to shake my Dad and I.

After shaking our hands, he reached into his pocket and brought out a transceiver.

"I've got the relatives, Mr.Aasir and his daughter, they'd like to see you sir" He said into the transceiver.

"I understand, I'll be with you in two minutes Denver" replied a muffled voice.

In less than a minute a man in a suit and a bullet proof vest walked over to us.

"Mr.Aasir?" He said as he stretched out his hand to shake my father.

"Chief, It's nice to meet you in person" My Dad said as he shook his hand. 

"The feeling is mutual Mr.Aasir" He said as he nodded and smiled at me. 

They walked us over to a Black SUV as the chief assured us that our safety was their main priority. 

****

An hour later we arrived at a motel. 

As I stepped out of the car my phone rang, it was Jafaar. 

I picked it on the second ring. "Hey, I'm sorry about the other day, I didn't mean wh-" I started.

"It's okay princess, one day you'll realize how much of an idiot Hamid is" He chuckled.

I let out a little laugh "Well what's up? You know I'm in Arabia right?"

"What the hell Neveah, doesn't the news come out today? It's not safe." He retorted.

"No it's fine they are not releasing the news until they successfully dis-arm the Arabian government until they don't have any choice but to surrender. They've sent out police squads and tanks hidden not to far from the Saud. According to what I heard the chief saying into his transceiver they'll move in with force in about two hours, so could you help get my mom out when the commotion starts and you and Hamid too, I don't want anything to happen to you guys."

"Whoa um okay Neveah that's alot, I'll tell Hamid now and don't worry your mom will be fine and so will we"

"Thankyou, all the soldiers have seen your pictures, so they won't shoot or attack rather when they see you they'll do everything humanly possible to get you guys out of there" I said.

"That's reassuring okay well good luck, we'll see you soon" Jafaar said as he ended the call. 

I felt a pat on my back as I turned around to hug my Dad. "It's gonna be okay" He said into my shoulder and I hugged him tighter. I let out a sigh and gave him a reassuring smile. 

"Mr and Ms. Aasir, We have cameras set up all around the perimeter of the Saud so you guys can see what is happening from here, we don't want you anywhere near the commotion so please stay in your motel room, to be specific, room 146" The chief said as he handed us the key.

"Thank you" My Dad said. 

"Just doing my Job, Officer Scott here will escort you to your room and ensure your safety this night along with four other officers" He said as he stepped away to answer a phone call. 

Suddenly this all felt real to me, I looked around to see soldiers loading them selves into trucks and vans, some were wearing normal clothes and some were dressed in heavy uniforms. I was scared. The Saud definitely knew they were here, I mean it was quite obvious. Why else would someone try and kidnap us at the airport?

It got harder to breathe with every passing second. "It's gonna be a long night kiddo, don't zone out just yet" Officer Scott said to me as he shook my shoulder a little bit too hard. 

I gave him a smile and followed him alongside my Dad as he proceeded to show us to our room. 

*****

It had been an hour and a half and I was still staring at the computers, nothing had happened yet. The Saud stood peacefully, Suddenly my phone rang. "Jafaar, what is it please tell me you found my mom and you and Hamid are on your way out." I said quickly. 

Suddenly the gate to the Saud blew up, I fixed my gaze on the computer as I heard Jafaar's phone fall.

"Jafaar, Jafaar, pick up the phone and get outta there!" I yelled. 

"I can't" he said quietly into the phone.

"Why!?" I asked desperately.

"Neveah, we can't find your mom"

"What do you mean, she's not in her cell!?" 

"No and Mr. Abdul is missing too, we've searched the whole palace, we can't find her or him" He said shakingly. 

"Oh my God, well when was the last time you saw Ibrahim?"

"I can't remember, a few days after you left" He said. 

"Why the hell would you tell her that, she's gonna be worried out of her skin" I could hear Hamid's angry voice in the background. 

"She deserves to know what's going on with her mom, Hamid" Jafaar retorted angrily.

"Can you guys please stop for God's sake, you don't have time!" I yelled into the phone as my Dad looked at me worriedly. 

"Listen Neveah, I'll find her even if it's the last thing I do" Jafaar said into the phone. 

"Okay, please be safe" I said as he hung up. 

"Neveah what's going on?" My Dad asked. 

I sat there silently staring at nothing in particular. 

"Neveah tell us what's going on, we can't help you if we don't know what's going on" Officer Scott said sternly.

"They don't know where Mom is." I said as I closed my eyes to hold back my tears.

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