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Once inside, man was wheeledin the comfort of a plush bedroom and transferred
to a dry bed and quilted with all available luxury. Soon the woma
wheeled in a tray full of first care medications and
spirits that were expected to bring about the man.As woman applied gingerly the spirits
George stood with hands behind very respectfully..The handsome man sneezed deep many times
and he came about and opened his eyes
and looked around perplexed.His handsome face
grew from perplexity to ease as he found comfortable
strangers around him.Man looked from the woman
to George and spoke, “Pray tell me where I am and who are you
and this kind lady.” Hearing that voice George froze.Stuttering he could utter, ” Sir, Sssir, I am George Preene,Off shore drilling supervisor on Northern Brent(NB), and this is my girl friend, and you are at my personal villa.” Saying that
he stood absolutely silent. He had recognized John fully
as his ultimate superior as.NB was one outfit
owned by John Rawlins as part of his oil interests.John was now awake his raging eyes were open
and his hands pushed him up the bed and he did not
appear happy. For the time being he smiled at both of them
asking them to quickly fill him on how they found him
and where. George filled in his part of the story, describing the
scene up and how he had fled the men grouped above, how John
had slipped down the hill from the vehicle in which they had
imprisoned him and how they were accosted by another
chasing vehicle. John heard it all in deep silence.His eyebrows shrinking all the while.
To be continued
I would hate having no idea at all where I was.