4th January, 1999(mid day)The WarehouseLanaI stared at Joel like he had grown two heads. The story he just told me was incredulous. How on earth does he expect me to believe all the rubbish he just spewed out?. There was a war between my heart and my head. My heart told me not to believe Joel while my head told me otherwise. Now, I didn't know what to believe.                    "So, what you're trying to tell me is that my father murdered your sister and that's the whole reason I'm being held hostage".                    "Yes Lana. I promised to avenge my sister's death".                     "What does that have to do with me then?".                  " Lana, one day you will know" he said, solemn

6th January, 1999The White HousePresident Freddie RawlingsToday is  the day we strike. Today is the day I finally get my daughter back. Yesterday, Matt made a shocking revelation. I never knew that he had his own private security outfit. He actually trained men and women and was the head of the team. In total, he had about five hundred men and women but a hundred will be going for this operation. I and Matt would remain here at the white house while his men and some FBI agents invade Joel's house. We were currently in my office, going over the last minute details. The operation was scheduled to hold later in the evening and by now the teams were ready.                       "Mr President, I think we've gotten all the details" Matt said.                     "Yes. How would the me

8th January, 1999The White HousePresident Freddie RawlingsMy office was in a huge mess. The tables and chairs overturned, my portrait smashed. This was as a result of my outburst earlier on. I was angry, furious and disappointed that yet again I couldn't rescue my daughter.Matt, who tried to calm me down sat in a corner, staring into space. Samantha who had somehow gotten wind of this information was at the point of crying herself to death. I had failed again, failed to nail that bastard.Earlier, Peter Cavinsky gave a report on how everything took place. Leonard Martins was dead and the rest who were lucky to survive had various degrees of injury. The only consolation I had was the report that Joel was severely injured and had little chance of surviving and also his warehouse was in ruins.                      &n

10th January, 1999(evening)The White HouseFirst Lady Samantha RawlingsI had a pounding headache that refused to go away. All the painkillers I used earlier refused to work, the headache grew worse each passing minute. My body felt hot, my hands were cold and they were shaking.                             "Samantha" a voice said.I looked up to see Freddie sitting at the edge of my bed. I couldn't even respond as I only stared at him, wishing he could just go away so I could sleep in peace.                            "Sam, you're burning up" he said, touching my skin lightly.I groaned as I felt a pang of pain on the left side of my head, it left me dizzy as I tried to control the urge to throw up.  &nbs

16th January, 1999The White HousePresident Freddie Rawlings "Hey man, what's up" I said, immediately Gregor picked the call. After I left Samantha to rest, I decided to call Gregor since it's been so long I spoke to him. I could tell that something was off about him. Gone was the cherry voice I was used to, his voice now took on a more serious tone. "Good" he simply said.Well, that wasn't what I was expecting. Something was definitely wrong with him. "Gregor. What's wrong, even from your voice I can tell that something is up." I said, fishing for answers.There was a sigh at the other end. The line went quiet for a few minutes and I feared that he had cut the call. I was just about to speak when he cut me off, still with that brooding voice. "Nothing is wrong Freddie. I just have a whole lot on my plate at this moment, it's nothing really" he said, trying to convince me.That was a big fat lie and both of us knew it. Could Gregor have an ailment I didn'