120 hours past the start
0900hr
I am standing at the airport watching the people boarding the planes to leave the country. I am in my wheelchair and escorted by a pair of burly men in uniforms. I was to be flown to a country of my choice by the newly elected President, Madame Novi.
"Mr.Marius. Your flight is ready to leave." They did not wait for my reply as they carted me on board the plane to Paris where Melanie will meet me. I was settled onto my seat when the stewardess came forth to pass me an envelope.
I opened it.
'Kingfisher, in our line of business sentiments makes us weak. Since you gave me my flight, I would do the same for you today. But there are things I do not forget. And you are one of them. We shall meet again. Mrs Loman.'
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