CHAPTER 22
— WHAT, don't you know where he's gotten himself?
Noah put his hand to his head like he was having a stroke.
— Remove your men from the embassy, we will enter immediately.
Before hearing any explanation the ambassador might have, he hung up the phone.
— If you let this man take care of two turtles, one will run away and the other will get pregnant right in front of him.
Ian Clark didn't comment, he knew that at times like this, he couldn't even breathe out loud, close to the Prime Minister.
— Clark, of our special troops, which of them will have the quickest response to an embassy action?
— The SBS, sir.
Just this one...
— That's what we'll use, so...
— But sir... she...
— I know very well who is running the SBS, Clark, I would never put it at risk, it is a simple and safe operation, there will be no resistance.
Then he made another call, this time to the special forces commander.
— Midleton, yes, I need you to immediately get a task force ready to invade the Colombian embassy.
The major was going to protest, but Noah immediately hung up and fell heavily onto the couch. When he turned on the new television in his office, the death of Abbot Joel Nielsen was playing on all channels.
— Have the portals of hell opened today?
He just didn't know that it was exactly what had just happened..., that night and very soon, he would have a glimpse of the world on fire, right in front of him.