"Is she f*****g insane? Does she have some sort of death wish?"
Skira was pacing in the little hallway they were in. They had been hiding in the corner for five minutes, each officer trying to think of a way to rescue the hostages under Jere without blowing themselves up. Each time Skira completed a pace he commented on how
Susan Karanja was utterly mad.
“How could she do that? Walk into a room with a literal time bomb? Is she crazy?”
Skira resumed his pacing, it was his fifth round.
“Stop it! Just quit with your pacing Skira!”
James, the inspector general’s deputy, stared murderously at Skira with his jaw clenched. His legs were fidgeting and each time he thought about the door that was aloof of them, a chill ran down his spine.
"This is impossible." James declared raising his h
