Sorry this is so short, I had writers block and this is a filler -.-
Hadar clasped Joseph’s hand and ushered towards William’s tent. The sun was about to set and Joseph estimated that it was around 5.30. His stomach grumbled. He hadn’t eaten since arriving at camp and jealously eyed a campside barbeque cooking some chicken kebabs. Young kids squatted around in the dust, flipping the meat over the sweltering charcoal.
Hadar chuckled, noticing him.
“There’s plenty of that where we’re going. Rumours have it William is organizing a feast today for some special guests.”
Joseph raised an eyebrow.
“Special guests? Who exactly are the X1 in contact with?”
“Quite a lot of people actually. We control half of the news networks, have spies in the government, Hamas and the police force and recently one of our computer programmers was hired to set up the national firewall. People reckon we’re some kind of minority terrorist movement but we can play the political ball game as well as any other.”
They reached the main entrance and Hadar stopped.
“I can’t go any further. This is a classified zone that only senior officials can enter.”
Joseph muttered something unintelligible under his breath.
She pulled out an I.D card and handed it to Joseph.
“William had this made for you. You’ll need it to get past security around these parts.”
“Thanks.”
“Oh, and one more thing Joseph.”
“Yes?”
“Be careful.”
“I will Hadar. I will”
He lightly pressed his hand to her cheek and turned away. Handing the I.D card to a tall moustached security guard, he proceeded through a fluorescent metal detector and entered into the main tent.
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Samir greedily ripped apart the paper wrapping and began to munch on the feast in front of him. Azam was a bitch, he thought, but damn he knew where to get good food. He gulped down the last drops of the Coke and scrunched up the bottle, the jagged edges of the plastic scratching thin lines on the surface of his skin. He flicked open the lid of his pager to unveil a new message from Azam.
“Get to the task. Security pin number is 8822.”
Samir shook off the crumbs on his blanket and disposed of any evidence of his meal. He checked the time. 5.30. Azam had told him to be at the main tent by 6.
The only problem, thought Samir, was getting out of the makeshift hospital.
He eyed his surroundings, carefully noting any exits, potential weaknesses in the logs that upheld the tent, and any objects that might come in handy in the case of escape. His eyes lit up as they beheld a first aid kit, around 5 metres from his bed.
Samir knew the contents of a first aid kit. He knew how dangerous they could be.
He chuckled.
This was going to be fun.
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