2:30 AM
Nathan turned to Remo. "These are your driver's licenses, credit cards and three cover identities. Funds had been diverted from proxy corporations. Abel will carry his own false name when he travelled here to avoid suspicions."
Abel took a deep breath and leaned forward. "Wish I was never a burden with the Agency of what I did earlier, Sir. Nevertheless, you'll never regret my loyalty and pledge!"
His voice was flat, disbelieving…
"Well, let's see what you really can do and we'll go from there. Now give me the story of Nikolas Madura!" Nathan leaned back on his desk with a serious face.
It was exactly 4300 hours when the CIA private jet plane was ready to take off from the DCA tarmac.
As they ascended the steps and entered inside, a flight stewardess with a navy-blue suit greeted them.
"Welcome aboard Sirs!"
