Mr. Blanc looked up from untying his legs and saw the others had left he ran towards the cave opening and stopped dead in his tracks as he came face to face with the familiar uniforms of the New Era Militiamen, he quickly bolted back into the cave and dialed the satellite phone.
Prime Minister Hollowman felt he had been the Devil’s pawn for too long, he had felt filthy and depressed ever since he had won the election.
The spectre of Mr.Blanc shadowed his entire life and he couldn’t take it any more. He had used his country’s resources for this mad man and it wouldn’t be long before he became so entrenched in his doings that he just couldn’t live with himself anymore.
His soul felt stained.
But this morning something changed.
Much to his own relief, PM Hollowman had woken up this morning with a new lease on his own destiny and felt strongly that the only way to get rid of Mr. Blanc out of his own life was to meet him head on.
Then he really did believe he could make a great Prime Minister for his country.
The new intelligence report from MI6 this morning had been nothing short of prophetic and would be the answer to all his payers. He ordered all local support for Mr. Blanc pulled immediately and unconditionally.
It was when he put the notes down that his assistant said Mr.Blanc was making an emergency call from Africa.