The flight back to Africa, Senegal was a lot shorter. Jackson was more tensed than the last two days. I wished there was a way to leave him behind, but I know it'll do us no good.
Neither way will do us any good.
We checked in a hotel, where we already expected, courtesy of Caspian's connection with people around the world. Literally. Every country knows and respect him apparently. Plus, the money does it.
"There's a room at the top. A penthouse, if you will. We will meet there for briefing before 6," Miles told us as we made our way to the fourth floor, only reserved for us. "I'd suggest you get some rest, but I doubt any of you will be able to sleep. Emmett, please remain behind,"
I stopped in my tracks, turning to Miles. Jackson was reluctant to let me go, but he eventually carr
