InfinityEstates:
Guys, I had a chat with Dioxidane. He is very ill right now. Please put him in your prayers.

Dioxidane:
Contd.

"Hello Mr President...", Col. Coker said as he collected the phone from the agent.

"That's true sir, it's a very delicate situation and we are doing all we can to resolve it..."

"No sir, it wouldn't get to that..."

"We actually have a new asset and it is hoped that it would go a long way in helping us resolve the issue as soon as possible..."

"Yes sir, we have all the resources we need..."

"Mr President, I'm giving you the assurance that the Taliban group would soon be a thing of the past in this country..."

"I'm not trying to be vague sir, but I'm confident that we would soon eradicate them from our country and there would be no traces of them left..."

"Yes sir. Plans are already been made to move close to the site and coordinate with the military for a possible incursion..."

"Yes sir. The hostages are our primary concern. In fact that's why we are making plans for a covert operation prior to the main incursion..."

"Most likely they would be rescued during that operation..."

"Yes sir. I'll put that in mind..."

"Yes sir. We were expecting their call, but they didn't call eventually..."

"I didn't want to bother you with that sir. We've already worked out the modalities here..."

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean it that way sir..."

"Yes sir, I understand..."

"I'm sure it wouldn't get to that sir..."

"No sir. I've not spoken with him since the video was released..."

"Yes sir. I'll send regular updates as the operation progresses..."

"Oh, that's very good sir. It definitely helps with the easy coordination between our two agencies..."

"Yes Mr President..."

"Thank you very much sir..."

"Goodbye sir."

Col. Coker heaved a sigh of relieve as he ended the call with the President. Mr Daniel looked askance at him as he didn't understand their conversation. 'Is this man thinking of going to the Taliban camp?', he thought.

Col. Coker looked at him and understood the obvious confusion written on his face. 'Do you have the phone you use in communicating with Mr Mustapha?', he asked facing Supt. Ridwan. 'No sir', he replied, 'it's with his handler'. 'And how can we get it?', he asked again. 'Should I call him to bring it over?', Supt. Ridwan asked. 'It wouldn't be necessary Superintendent, we would be going over there.'

'Mr Daniel, please select six of your most trusted agents and call the pilot. We leave for Mangali in an hour time', Col. Coker said facing Mr Daniel.

Mr Daniel was surprised at Col. Coker's sudden rash decision. It was obvious on his face. He couldn't help but ask, 'Sir, don't you think we need more men? Just six operatives might not be able to accomplish this mission.'

'Don't worry', Col. Coker said, 'we are to coordinate with the military in this operation. They would provide all the manpower we need.'

Mr Daniel nodded. 'No problem sir, I would make all the preparations', he said as he walked out of the cubicle.

Mr Daniel went back into the situation room and saw some of the agents still clacking on keyboards and some sitting on the chairs, obviously waiting for instructions.

'Where is TL1?', he asked to no one in particular. 'He stepped out just now', one of the agents sitting close to him responded. 'Find him and tell him to see me immediately', he said to him. 'Yes sir', the agent responded as he got up to call TL1.

'So how did it go?', Staci Samuel asked as she walked in after Mr Daniel into his office. He shook his head and said, 'Not too good. We have to go to Mangali in an hour time. Call the pilot and inform him.' 'Ok sir', she said. Then she continued, 'but sir, is it not too rash going down there? Wouldn't it be better just to give them what they want and get the hostages back? Besides, it's not like we have more information than what we already have.'

'We do actually', he said. 'Really?', she asked. 'Yes. There is a police officer presently undercover in the Taliban camp. We hope to take advantage of the information he is able to give.' 'A police officer undercover in the Taliban camp? What's his name?', she asked.

Mr Daniel was about responding when they both heard a knock on the door. 'Come in', they both said simultaneously. TL1 walked in.

'You sent for me sir', he said. 'Yes I did', Mr Daniel replied, 'prepare your team. We leave for Mangali in one hour.' 'Yes sir', TL1 replied. He turned and was about opening the door when Mr Daniel called out to him, 'TL1'. 'Yes sir', TL1 responded and turned back. 'Tell no one else about this', Mr Daniel said. 'Yes sir', TL1 replied and he walked out of the office.

Mr Daniel went to the mini wardrobe in his office where he kept his kit in cases of emergency. He brought out a small bag and was arranging his kit when Staci came beside him and joined him in arranging the bag. 'That reminds me sir', she said, 'you were telling me about the undercover police officer in the Taliban camp.' 'Yes. His name is Mustapha... something. Can't remember his surname', Mr Daniel replied. 'And he hasn't been detected since', she asked again. 'Not that I know of. In fact I'm sure he would be influential in the plans the Colonel is making', Mr Daniel replied. She nodded and didn't say anything.

They completed arranging the kit and he was good to go. 'Keep me abreast with any information that comes through', he told her as he walked out of the office. 'Yes sir', she replied.

Immediately she confirmed that they had boarded the plane, Staci Samuel went to her desk. She unlocked the lowest drawer and tried pulling off something that was stuck beneath the drawer above it. She pulled off the tape used in sticking it and pulled out a phone.

The phone had a device attached to it used in encrypting all calls in and out of it. She switched it on and dialed the only number programmed in it. She waited for twenty seconds after which she heard two beeps. 'What do you have for me?', a voice said at the other end of the line. 'You have an undercover police officer in your midst', she said. 'What is his name?', the voice asked. 'Mustapha', she replied. 'Hmm... Noted!', the voice said. 'One more thing', she said. 'What is it?', the voice asked. 'They are organizing a covert operation to rescue the hostages, after which there would be a full scale attack', she replied. 'Let them try', the voice said and she heard two beeps on the phone which signified an end in the transmission.

Staci Samuel switched off the phone, stuck it back to the lower part the drawer above the last drawer and walked out of the office.

T.B.C Lobatan!

Good night ladies, guys... Wishing y'all a lovely weekend...