" Do you think, Mr George will be fine?" Evelyn sked looking a Zeek who had his hand tightened on his gun. " How am I suppose to know that,Evelyn." Zeek looked back at her.
":Why? what is happening?" Evelyn asked again seeing that Week's hands were on his gun. " I think something is going to happen to night. I can sense it." Zeek replied looking around the house.
He took his walkie talkie and radio to some of the men guarding the compound. Zeek's voice crackled over the walkie-talkie as he instructed the guards to increase their vigilance.
The air around the safe house was thick with tension, the kind that prickled the skin and set nerves on edge. Evelyn watched him carefully, her instincts telling her that whatever was happening outside was only the beginning.
Inside the safe house,
