“Wait here” Steve switched off the lights as he left the room. I was very surprised, because he didn’t close the door! I could simply leave and tell everyone of this place!
I looked around, my senses on high alert. I was staring outside, when a sudden flash of lightening exposed him. There was a man, in the building across, watching the window! No wonder! It was a test; they wanted to see how reliable I was. They had under estimated Hasanain Mohamed. They sincerely thought I would not notice.
I acted as if I had seen nothing, until he returned. “Follow me”, He began to walk up the long corridor. I walked behind the man, who I could now properly see. Steve was very muscled, his muscles bulging under his sweatshirt. His walk was slightly limped, as if he had an ankle injury in his left leg. I could not see his face, but I could tell it was long and oval, like mine.
I was frisked again, this time more thoroughly, by Steve himself, before we went into another room. We entered the room, and Steve suddenly turned around his gun pointing at me. I immediately backed away, hands-up. He replaced his weapon and smirked, before looking away. He knocked three times on the wall behind him.
I looked around the room, this one sufficiently lighted. It was a lot like the last one, but bigger, and the wooden floor had a big rug placed in the middle, with white leather furniture on top – two chairs, across each other.
“So you came”. The deep voice scared me. I turned fast, to face the man whom I knew so much about, but only from pictures and articles. I acted without showing any recognition.
“You don’t know me – yet.” He motioned to the chairs and we both sat down. He looked at me long and hard.
“Do you know why he pointed his gun at you so fast?” I sensed a lack of organization. Or perhaps I was jumping to conclusions. It seemed he, whom I knew as ‘Roland la Porte’ did not know of the codename ‘Steve’. Ironically, I was proven wrong;
“Steve I’m talking about, do you know why he pulled the gun at you?”
Obviously, I did: “no!”
“Its simple, we wanted to ensure you were not armed!” He looked at me, and laughed at my relieved expression.
“Down to business, we trust you now. Anything you do to betray our trust will lead to death. Our mission is simple. There are many things you have yet to learn John. I will bring one to light. There is an elite group by the name of freemasons. We have been battling them for many centuries, and we have failed. They are large, they control the media, and their palace is in America. Despite all this, most of the elite leaders are in Zimbabwe which – Mugabe or not – is one of the safest places right now.” He looked down and sighed. He was not used to being so open, but lack of time had forced him to do so.
“Our mission is simple; there is only one thing left to do. A scientist in France has managed to create a DNA molecular computer. With this computer, which we have got hold of, we are able to control any weapon in the world. We must nuke Zimbabwe. It’s the only way!”
I was shocked! These people were not joking. I now understood why they took me. I am one of the only people in the world to create a DNA molecular computer. I had no idea anyone else had done it.
“This scientist in France-” I began
“He did not co-operate. He has been dealt with” La Porte looked up at me.
“You must help us. This has to happen tonight!”
“Why me?” I was confused and frustrated.
“We have been studying you for a while. We know you hate freemasons and you know how to use a DNA computer”
“OK, I’ll do it” The four words that would allow any intelligence agency to kill me. I was officially a terrorist.
I got to work on the computer, my fingers crossing the keyboard fast. My mind was not thinking about the action, or its consequences. I was on a mission, it had to be done. La Porte, who happened to know quite a bit about the computer, was watching to make sure I do the right thing.
I had four hours to complete the mission, and destroy Zimbabwe. I continued to work fast, but it soon occurred that La Porte had to leave me. I quickly changed what I was doing, and completed my own mission. My aim was then completed. I had succeeded.
La Porte came back, and I continued to work on the computer. The missile I was arming was from Russia. It had a nuclear warhead and I could set its target as I wished. I was to destroy Zimbabwe.
It was when there was one hour left that we came under attack. Doors were breaking down, as what looked like the CIA entered and stopped all activities. La Porte was instantly shot dead, as was Steve. Only I was left alive. I continued frantically working on the computer, until the head of the CIA walked in.
He took a gun from his pocket, aimed as well as he could and shot three times in the head. His hatred against La Porte was obvious; he couldn’t stop shooting the corpse. He then approached me and we embraced.
“Good work Hasanain” He looked at the computer screen as if he could tell what was happening, but he had no idea.
“President Castilla wants to give you a medal of honour” I was too busy staring at the computer.
“Tell him not to bother; I’m looking at my reward”
In The White House
“Klein, I have no idea how you managed to save us from this one. Were they really going to nuke Zimbabwe?!” President Castilla was utterly shocked.
My self, and my boss, Klein (Director of the CIA) had returned from New York to Washington in order to brief the president. La Porte and Steve had been trapped, and fooled into thinking that I was the one to help them. It was all part of the plan. I was the one who would save the freemasons and Zimbabwe.
“Yes they were, but we stopped them” Klein looked proudly at me
“Well, that’s brilliant. Freemasonry is an essential part of America – no, IT IS AMERICA”
“Yes” I said “I realise that. Without the freemasons, we would not have the unity we have in our society, the people would go against us, the media would not be able to hide us…it would really be disastrous. Am I wrong in saying you yourself are a freemason?”
“No that’s absolutely correct” the president replied, about seventeen seconds before Zimbabwe blew up, and the freemasons came to a tragic end. THE (ABSOLUTE) END!