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"You have two choices.Walk out of this airport on your own or get taken into custody," the immigration officer says. He still has the gun to my head, and the door slammed as soon as Penelope stepped through it.
My heart beats with rage.
Where are they taking her?
Ending up in a cell isn't going to save Penelope.
"Dael, what's going on?" a familiar voice behind me asks, but I don't turn around. I'm sure this immigration officer has never shot anyone before, and I think he might be trigger-happy.
"He was escorting the spy we just took into custody."
When the man steps in front of me, relief fills me. It's Felton Trott, a Bermudian I served with on several joint training sessions in the military. We spent a lot of time together and quickly became friends. He excelled quickly. There were three special op missions Interpol did in conjunction with the US and Bermudian military. Felton and I were a part of all of them. The third one was his last. I saved his life.
Please still be on my side.
We lock eyes, and his expression stays stone cold. "Do I need to get my gun out, or are you capable of walking next to me while I escort you out of here?"
"I can walk out."
He pauses, assessing me. "One wrong move, and I'll put a bullet through your head. You understand?"
"Yes," I grumble.
He nods to Dael. "Go assist Rufus with the interrogation. I'll join you after I verify he's off the premises. I need a quick smoke break."
Dael lowers his gun and trudges off.
"Let's go," Felton orders me.
We make our way through the small airport. When we get outside, he continues forward and says, "I'm walking you to the end of the parking lot. Talk fast."
"She isn't a spy."
"Who is she?"
"She was working for the British embassy. They transferred her to Panama City. The ambassador, William Davies, hurt her and kept her hostage there. There's a bigger political situation going on behind closed doors, and she's an innocent victim."
He stays silent for several moments.
"You have to help me."
"Why were you coming here?"
"Blaise has a place here. We thought it would be safe."
"Blaise Lòpez?"
"Yes."
"Does he live here?"
"No. He's on active duty right now."
His eyes turn to slits, and the color drains from his face. "He went back? After what happened in Chad? I thought his contract was up and he wasn't reenlisting?" The last assignment we did together, where Felton almost lost his life, was in Chad, Africa. Everything went wrong on that mission.
