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West London – The Same Evening
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Wasim was at that age where he talked before he thought and acted without any restraint. Like a pinball he bounced off the arguments and then flipped up around the board again and again and again.
‘I hear you, commander, but I still want to see my sister.’
‘I understand and I am sorry, but it would endanger the mission and everything we are going to achieve, inshallah,’ Eli leaned across the table between them and poured out another cup of coffee from the jug. Irritation. Yes, that’s what Eli was feeling and it was an entirely inappropriate emotion for any agent runner. Worse, Eli realised he was more irritated with himself than the kid.
Maybe he was too old to get into the head of an 18-year-old, maybe they should have brought in one of th
