PETRA'S POV
I sat on the bed in my room with pile of papers scattered around me. I had perfected alpha Konan's handwriting. I was finally ready to rescue Marilyn, my sister. A sense of relief and fear came over me.
When I arrived Godfather's cottage, Kong and Copro were not in sight. It was just me and Godfather.
"Petra, why are you here without invitation," he asked.
"I have successfully perfected the handwriting, Godfather. I am ready to rescue my sister," I replied with a steady voice.
"Excellent. Ahh, Petra you are right on time, he replied with a slow, sinister smile."
Godfather offered me a seat, and I reluctantly sat down. From a drawer, he pulled out papers, two of them and slid then to me. One empty and the other one with something written on it.
"Now this is it, Petra, Yo
