He ignored the call and concentrated on his video. Now, George and the General Manager walked out of the department and headed to the Accounts Department. He was able to visit seven departments and ended up in the Production Department. He looked at the guns and the other products and requested, “Can I have your latest product for the President's perusal?”“Oh, that is interesting! You can have this,” the Production Manager, Capt. Andy Miles agreed and handed a handgun to him. He appreciated him and left. Likewise, he faced the General Manager and appreciated him, “Thank you, Capt. Bolton for having me. It's been nice working with you.”The captain was elated and responded at once, “I'm delighted to be of help, Sgt. Young. My regards to the President.”“I will do that,” he answered and walked on without looking at the fatigued Laura.“Goodbye, Sgt. Young,” she said tiredly and George turned as though he was seeing her for the first time.“Goodbye, Secretary,” he responded and walked

At the GateWithout minding who would lose his job or be reproved because of their presence, the two boys never relented in their quest.“Good afternoon, Cadets,” the Major greeted them happily when he arrived. “Good afternoon, Major,” Gerald panted and Samuel focused on the Major. “I think there is a misconception here. We don't have any record of such a thing here,” the Major pointed out but they insisted. Their big sister and mother could not be lying when they said that he was killed by the soldiers and taken away in a helicopter.“Major, we are certain that he was killed by the military and taken away with a helicopter,” Gerald stated.“We are not asking for justice for him, Major but give us his body for a proper burial,” Samuel requested.The confused Major looked at their puffed eyes and told himself that he had a serious problem. He was aware that the military did not do that but played down his knowledge and asked, “When did it happen?”At that point, David was happy that

At Laura's HouseUnfortunately, the family was never prepared for the trauma of the missing children that day. They had their dinner quite well but were distressed afterward.“Where could they be at this moment?” Madeline asked bitterly.“It baffles me, too,” Laura stated and looked at her worried father's face.“Have you called their numbers?” He asked.“Let me do that, now,” she promised and dialed Gerald's number. They waited anxiously while it rang. Afterward, it timed out. “What is the meaning of this? Why are they not picking up their calls?” Madeline asked.“Could they have gone to Rakaia?” Her father asked and they focused on him.“What will take them there, Dad? When they were looking for Tim's corpse”“Maybe to see their old friends.”Rakaia was their native town and it was seated close to the southern banks of the Rakaia River on the Canterbury Plains. That was the river Tim fell into after Gen. McDonald shot him. “It is possible. What do we do?” Madeline asked.“Tim wou

Now, George faced the General Manager and informed him, “To serve as a deterrent to the other staff members, …”“Yes, what do I do?” He interrupted him and asked anxiously. “Just paste the names on the notice board. I think it is lighter than a query. What do you think?”“You are right. Thank you for your understanding,” he appreciated him, stood up, and stated, “I will take my leave at once.”“It is all right. Kindly ask the Secretary to see me.”“Consider it done, Sergeant,” he consented and walked away while George brought out the handgun. The General Manager walked to the Secretary's office and informed her, “He needs your attention, Secretary.”“It is okay, Capt. Bolton,” she answered with extreme enthusiasm, and he walked away. At Capt. Bolton's OfficeHe was happy with the turnout of events and was ready to give it all his best. Instantly, he asked his secretary, Stephanie Benjamin, a twenty-five-year-old lady who had been in the organization before the war, to prepare a mem

At Tim's HouseAfter the chat, he continued to watch the television. Before dinner, he sent for George and when he arrived, he prepared him for the next day's work and he showed fear. He could not imagine how he would receive a Brigadier without his support. Howbeit, he gave him an encouraging smile and asked, “Are you scared?” He vacillated before he answered, “No Boss,” even though it was obvious from his expression that he was.“That's good to hear. You won't be alone with him. The General Manager and the Sales Manager will be there with you. Are you okay with that?”“Yes. I got it, Boss.”They had their dinner peacefully and went to sleep. Unaware of what the next day will bring.The Next DayAt The Headquarters' GateSamuel was weak and rested his head on Gerald's shoulder all through the night. Cpl. Kenneth and the other soldiers were helplessly watching and praying for them. At that point, their lips were dried and the mark of tears distorted their lean faces. It was obvious t