My Brother's Wife

By Michael Thoreau

Once again, Michael Thoreau is sent to London to diffuse a possible embarrassment to the British and US governments. His brothers wife arrived from Kenya, along with their six brothers, to avenge the death of Kenga Mackenami. They are convinced that Mike is responsible and have no qualms in performing a transgression in public. One of the brothers has sacrificed himself to conduct the ultimate.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Sep 26, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499075618

Michael Thoreau

Michael Thoreau is a retired (disable) Army Master Sergeant who lives in Oklahoma with his wife. He grew up in the Caribbean (ST. LUCIA) until he came to the U.S. and was inducted into the Military. After 24 years in the Army and retired as a Master Sergeant in the medical field, he was injured during The Desert Storm and returned to Oklahoma for surgery.

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MY BROTHER’S WIFE

Michael Thoreau

Copyright © 2014 by Michael Thoreau.

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CONTENTS

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

THE PHONE CALL

JASON NORTON

US GOVERNMENT

WASHINGTON DC

MICHAEL THOREAU

QUEEN’S COUNTRY

FRIDAY

FREE DAY

SATURDAY

THE VISIT

SUNDAY

THE IN-LAWS

MONDAY

SHOPPING DAY

TUESDAY

THE GREENLEAF LUNCHEON

WEDNESDAY

THE FAREIGN VISIT

THURSDAY

FLIGHT DAY- GOODBYE

FRIDAY

EASY DAY

BANK OF ENGLAND

SATURDAY

JOB DONE

SUNDAY

FREE DAY

MONDAY

VACATION STARTS

‘WELCOME HOME LOVE’

TUESDAY

2ND VACATION DAY

WEDNESDAY

3RD VACATION DAY

THURSDAY

4TH VACATION DAY

FRIDAY

LAST DAY

O’CONNOR’S GUEST HOUSE

SATURDAY

LAST DAY

SUNDAY

GOODBYE MIKE

USA

WELCOME HOME

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility, consider others better than yourselves.

Selfishness is an obsession with self that excludes others, hurting everyone.

PHILIPPIANS 2:1

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

First and foremost; my gratitude to the COMANCHE MEMORIAL HOSPITAL, along with the nurses and therapists for the ‘JIM THORPE AWARD for COURAGE’ bestowed upon me. Special thanks to my family for staying with me during my stay in the hospital after my Stroke, which left me half dead on the left side. I am extremely lucky and happy; it did not severely affect my brain. Thanks to my good friends, CHRIS, KIRK, JOHN, RICH, who stayed till past midnight every night with me through this ordeal; My son-in-law, MARION, who sat quietly near my bed to help anyway possible. The nurse upstairs, TAMARA JACKSON, and the REHABILITATION NURSING UNIT [RNU] nurse, DAWN MILLER, who cleaned me every morning, to prepare me for the day’s visitors.

Special mention to the doctors, nurses and specialists in the RNU Station, who went out of their standard duties to help me get through. Dr. James Whiteside, Neuro; Dr. Sanjiv Kaul, Pain mgt.; Nurses, Robin, Lisa, Johnnie, Jimmy, Michael, Curtis; [Speech Therapists] Bekka, Sara; [occupational therapist] Keely, who worked with me many tireless hours and told me that I could not go home unless I learn to talk and walk. All the grueling paid off. I went home in four weeks.

I should not fail to mention Jimmie Davis and wife, Jerry Wood and wife, Davie Timms, for the countless times they came to visit and prayed with me and my family.

Lastly, my deepest thanks and love to the outpatient C.O.T.A therapists, Chandra, Beth and Rhea, who made it possible for me to maintain my sanity and strength, to be able to put this story in writing. This book is the continuation of the first book ‘O BROTHER, WHY?’

Finally, to my wife, ANASTASIA JULIE, who made me realize that all things are possible. Love, always.

THE PHONE CALL

While the family gathered their things to leave, the phone rang. I told my wife to get it while I help take some bags to the car for the children. Mamma was holding the phone as I got back to the door, shaking her head. I picked up the receiver and said, Hold on please as we said goodbye to the rest of the family. Mamma had gotten a light sweater. It was nice outside and we sat on a bench under the veranda.

Hello, I said into the phone.

Mr. Thoreau, Michael Thoreau. I thought that I had heard that voice before; but, I could not place it.

Yes, I’m Michael Thoreau. I answered.

Mr. Thoreau, this is Jason Norton. I was hoping that you would remember me from a couple of months ago. I took the privilege to be the one to call you this evening. How have you been?

Jason Norton! Yes, you are the friend of Jack Lindsey. I remember you from North Carolina. Somehow, I remember that you took my food away. I am fine. How are you?

The reason I am calling you Mr. Thoreau, is that I need to talk to you. I am in the Holiday Inn here in your city. Can we meet? I can send a ride for you.

Jason, the last time we met, you sent me on a ride of my life. I will meet you. I am only three minutes from you. What room?

I will meet you in the lobby. He said and hung up. My wife looked at me and said.

Again?

I don’t know why; but I will be back soon. I said and went inside to get my keys.

The last time you said that, you were gone for weeks. I am getting sick of this. These people are going to get you in trouble. I was in no hurry as I headed for the hotel. During the five minute drive to the hotel I kept thinking. Why would Jason come all the way here to see me? What is so pressing that the C. I. A. Field Supervisor would leave Washington DC, and fly here to see me personally? Did my brother come back from the dead? It doesn’t sound good. Not good at all. They did it once before in North Carolina. I parked my truck and walked toward the clerk at the front desk. Immediately a little woman approached me with a plain business card.

JASON NORTON

US GOVERNMENT

Mr. Thoreau? she asked, I’m Regina Pratt, follow me please. Mr. Norton is in there. She walked toward the restaurant where a few people were at tables eating dinner. There was also a bar with people drinking. The lighting was dim and the soft music in the background made it seem peaceful and surreal. I had not paid any attention to Regina; while walking behind her, though, I was able to see a petite and lovely shaped person. All heads at a table towards the right corner turned to look at us. I walked into Jason and four other men standing with extended hands.

Good to see you again Mike. Jason said.

I am not sure that I am glad to see you Jason. I said and the others smiled.

Gentlemen and Lady, this is Michael Thoreau. He started from left to right as I shook hands with everyone.

Paul Hansen, Gerald Larson, Tony Alvarez, Pete Franklin, and, you met Regina Pratt.

How did you get here Jason? I asked as the waitress picked up their empty glasses.

We landed at your huge airport. They all laughed. Being a small town, the airport can only handle a certain size airplane.

Go ahead and laugh. When I first came here, there were only three passengers on the plane. One business man, and my wife and I; our suitcases came on another plane two hours later. We live in a small town and the airport could only handle a certain size airplane. The big Military Cargo planes can land and take off easily; those things can land on a good base farmland. That was twenty-ah-three years ago. Now, we have a University; three hospitals; four Mc. Donald’s; two Wal-Mart Superstores; K-Mart; Home Depot, and Lowes. This is the fourth largest city in the State. The waitress came back and I ordered a beer while the others ordered whiskey and wine for Regina. I ventured to ask.

How is Jack, Jason?

Still in Queen’s country. He sends regards to you and your wife. He is good, you will see. He answered as the waitress passed the drinks. I sipped on my beer, it did not taste good, it was that Jason taste in my mouth. It took me a few seconds to get the gist of what he had said ‘you will see’ were the exact words. Boy! You are slow. I frowned in pain.

Ouch! He looked at me and said.

Mike, we are from Homeland Security Office in DC. He was looking at them. And we are here to take you back with us. Only, not like the last time.

You mean no Military Police, kidnappers with handcuffs? Is that it, Jason? Simple as that, did Kenga come back from the dead? I was talking loudly. It was annoying to hear that they are here to take me back.

Sshh Mike, people are getting nervous. He put a finger to his lips. Keep it down, will you? He was serious.

OK Jason, what happened to Agents Jacobs and Ross? You brought me here to kidnap me? The last time you sent them to my house to harass my wife and to arrest me! So now, you have four body guards… Remember Joe? Kenga had eight. Four’s not enough Jason. I am going home. I got up to leave.

That’s not it Mike, I am truly sorry about the last time. You…we, have problems…big problems. Please sit Mike. Only you can help. He tilted his head a little as if to hear someone whispering in his ear.

They sent me…us here, to ask you for help. Sit down Mike. Hear me out, please. I sat.

Tell me Jason. He stopped me.

Call me Jas. Being friendly. I thought.

OK Jas, how did you get here? They sent six of you to get me. Where? Do you think that your lady here can handle me? Maybe I should kiss her. She is very pretty, kinda small. I thought there was a height and weight requirement for the Service. She must know the man who knows the man to know the man. I like the little waist. Hips are wide and lips are beckoning for a kiss. Those men with her might as well be her brothers. The question is, does she want to be loved by an outsider? She is cute and knows it. "Stop that Mike!" I said without realizing I had said it aloud.

We came on a G-4 Mike, Tony is the pilot. He gave a short laugh.

Tony, Air Force? You look military. He had a high and tight haircut.

The Marines. Desert Storm. He said. Harrier pilot. He looked nervous.

I was in Desert Storm and almost lost my left leg. It has since been rebuilt. I need more bushings though as it lets me know when shit is bad like right now. The others laughed as I rubbed my left knee to put him at ease. I am sure that they have checked my records and know all there is to know about me. I turned to Jason.

OK Jas, tell me honestly. Just why are you folks here? I needed to know.

Okay Mike, do you remember Sir Winfred? He looked at Regina who got up to go to another table and picked up a laptop. Laptop. Do I remember the bicycle handlebars? I thought, and remembered Pat Johnson’s knees with her laptop and Old Man Fred. Jason was talking.

Jack and Sir Winfred called to inform us that a Mrs. Emily Udomi and a Miss Gloriala Guchat are in London looking for Mike Thoreau; or, the killer of her husband.

Oh my goodness! Both wives came looking for me. Why?

What? They are his wives? Oh shit! I did not know that he had two wives. Jason was surprised.

Because Jas, you were looking for a Ken Mack or Mackey. Em is the first wife, and Glory is the one with the only son named after our younger brother, Gabriel.

I…we were asked to get you to London to handle it. The British Government is in frenzy about this thing Mike; orders from the POTUS; (President of the United States) and the Vice President of the United States. Jason was saying while Tony, Paul, Gerald and Pete were frowning. Regina was smiling at me and pointing to the screen on her lap. She wasn’t a big person, but she had very large hips which made the seventeen inch screen look tiny. Her skirt was way below the knees. To fly with these guys, she will need a tip from Pat Johnson. I did not see a ring on her finger. And, for the first time in my life I was looking at Em and Glory, my brother’s two wives from Kenya.

Jas, I said, They are both his wives, and, must have joined forces. The picture shows them walking through an Airport. There were also six men with large suit cases walking behind. I pointed to the screen and asked.

Who are they, Regina?

Two are Emily’s brothers, three are Gloriala’s brothers and the other is a cousin. Pete was pointing.

Jas, I need their names and all the information that you can get on them. He looked at me. And make sure there are no more.

There are no others Mike. Regina answered.

Remember the last time there were twelve and not eight as thought? I need to know all I can about these men.

I was told that they were all there at the hotel. Can you guess the hotel Mike? Jason said.

The CLARION? I asked. The Clarion Hotel was located in Pentonville on the corner of Essex and New N. Roads.

How right you are! Jason said, When will you be ready to go Mike? Jason asked.

Jas, are you asking me? The last time you had me arrested. You sent police with handcuffs. Where are we going? I am not climbing into this thing again. The men had confusing looks on their faces.

Yes fellers. He sent two twerps; a local uniform and two Air Force Police with handcuffs. We made a one hour drive in thirty five minutes. They were told not to talk to me once they had me. I guess they thought that I would jump out of a moving car at 110 MPH. Then, Jas here, himself, and Joe Marin, threw me into a Star Fighter F-15E to go die. Those things were grounded shortly after for cracked wings.

That was him Jas? Tony asked and Jason shook his head yes. I’ll be damned! Tony was about to say something else, but Jason looked at him and tilted his head. I was looking at Em. She was a good looking woman about thirty, nice figure, 16, about a 44DD, nice smile and short hair. To her left was Glory, about a few years younger, near twenty five, heavy set, 24-26, about a 46 3G, [huge] very large bottom; missing a tooth at the upper left front; the men did not seem to pose a threat; a bunch of broomsticks with the exception of the one brother of Glory who looked military.

How much time do I have Jas…to make up my mind? He looked at me and then at the others.

We leave some time tomorrow before noon. There is a plane leaving ‘Dulles International’ in two days for London where a seat is reserved for you. Details and arraignments are still to be made.

Then I have to go home. I got up to go. Gentlemen. I walked to Regina, touched her shoulder and told her. Just wanted to touch her. She did not coil.

Ms. Regina, it has been my pleasure. Watch these guys. I smiled and pointed to the other table.

Mike, Paul will follow you home so he will be able to pick you up tomorrow. Jason said.

Say nine AM? Goodnight. I walked out and Paul followed me. I pulled in my driveway and walked to Paul and directed him on the best way to get back to the hotel. He was driving a Mini-van.

My wife couldn’t wait to hear the whole thing. When I told her that I have to leave in the morning, her shoulders dropped and a sad face came on. I tried to convince her that I would be alright.

Just make me a promise that you will be careful. She pleaded and I promised. Being a Military wife, she was used to my leaving on short notices which was usually from a phone call. I packed a suitcase with all the things I thought would be necessary for a few days to a week which was customary. It was eight AM and Paul was ringing my doorbell.

OK Paul, Jason wants to make sure that I did not change my mind, is that it? His eyes opened and he shook his head.

No! he said. He wanted to know if you would like to have breakfast with us at the hotel. I kissed my wife goodbye and walked to the van. Paul grabbed my suit case and I carried the small back pack. They were at the same table from yesterday, and I was forced to ask.

Did you people ever get to sleep? You are at the same table and the same clothes. They all looked the same except that Regina had a pant suit on. Her pear shape was clearly showing. She had on lipstick with a gloss and was still smiling.

Sorry, I lied, this lady outsmarted you. She brought a change of clothes. You are beautiful Miss.

We came on account of turning right around. Jason answered.

You could have told me so yesterday; so Jas, tell me that you wanted to make sure that I came? Have you made your report yet? I am here and coming with you. Am I going to London? That is another story. I will let fate take its course.

Whenever you are ready, Captain. Jason said to Tony as soon as we had finished.

Any time, I am ready. He said. They had not come to stay from the bags they carried. I looked at Tony’s bag. SOP [Standard Operating Procedures] for pilots and asked.

Tony, do you have some chloroform and hand cuffs in there? Regina, however, had a stewardess’s carrier on wheels. We drove to the airport through the side gate and straight to the white G-4 sitting at the far end of the run way. I remembered the Spanish Air Force General.

Hey Tony, are we going to Spain?

No. Why?

I remember what the General in Spain had said when we landed at Torejon Air Base.

What did he say to you Mike?

He came with his Military Commandos behind him and started prancing around like a cockatiel and began yelling at Tom Paulson; all twelve soldiers jumped to Port Arms as I was climbing the steps to the plane and froze and memorized it…‘Jou come here and hide your plane in this arroyo, and jou don’t tink that I, Heneral Guilliermo, Ramon, Antonio, Perez de la Paz will not find jout! Is must be the Presidente, or I put jou all under arrest. Comprende? Bring jim out now!’ He went away after Tom told him that I was a fugitive; and that the British Government was waiting to give me an execution. They all laughed. A man was doing the final inspections, pulled the door down, saluted and drove the van away. Jason went straight to a small compartment and got on the phone; Tony started his plane, and we were on the way to DC. Here we go, again! I thought. He called to the tower for flight information and, lift off. Yes, we do have a tower. We also have a city of almost 100,000.

WASHINGTON DC

During the flight, Pete handed sodas to everyone; Gerald was co-pilot; Regina had gotten information about the ‘Brothers’ Six’, in London.

Em’s brothers:

One: BAKTAR, 36 years old, 6’0", 144, Farmer

Two: SALEH, 32 years old, 5’9", 152, Travel office

Glory’s brothers:

One: JAMAL, 38 years old, 6’4", 180, size 16 shirts, size 36 sleeves, ex-Army Sergeant

Two: MAHMOUD, 34 years old, 5’10", 154 Carpenter, Coffin Maker

Three: SAMUEL, 28 years old, 5’2", 116 (itty bitty fellow), un-employed

Four: Cousin, JOMO, 33 years old, 5’10", 148, Taxi Driver

No others came with them. Jason said over my shoulder

Sandwich anybody; stale, but food? We would be arriving in less than two hours, in time for a lunch. A power nap would help. I pushed my seat down, no one wanted to eat. The temperature was just right at 45 degrees when we landed at DC. A van was waiting for us. The driver was introduced as Fred. He loaded my bag and told Jason that he had orders to take us to the Embassy Suites, Dulles. There were cherry blossoms everywhere. Fred said that it was supposed to rain later and be best if we stayed in. I thought ‘Were those orders, also?’ By whom? When we arrived at the hotel, standing at the desk in the lobby was none other than Joe Marin.

Mr. Marin! I grabbed his hand.

What a surprise to see you! You’re a long way from North Carolina. What brought you here? I asked.

You! he said calmly and walked towards Jason who gave him an underhand all OK sign. They shook hands.

How about lunch? He said, and we followed him toward the restaurant.

Good to see you again, Mr. Thoreau.

Mike. I said.

Joe. He told me, and then he looked at Regina.

Nothing has changed; they are just walking around asking questions, trying to get information and your where about. He poked me in the chest.

That’s easy. I said. Tell Jack to get the same office building and I have been on assignment overseas. I need the cards and an apartment, no change in attitude. We will work it out with Sir Winfred.

By golly, it will work! He exclaimed. I will call Jack.

It should work. I said, but wasn’t too sure.

By the way Mike, your flight is tomorrow at 13:08 hrs. Joe said and handed key cards to our rooms. Paul, Gerald and Pete said that they would not see me again and wished me luck. I never thought that I would see Joe and Jason again and here they are throwing me under the bus once more. I am beginning to hate these guys. The last time, there were eight pit bulls. Now, there are two angry wives and their six brothers. We shook hands and they left. Regina was still smiling as we went to our rooms. They were on the same floor, next to mine was a small conference room. The meeting there was at 6:00 PM before supper, and I went in to take my jacket off. I am not used to suits and will have to get back in the habit; because, in Queen’s country, everybody wears suits. I called to tell my wife a little on the situation and that I will call when I get to London.

There was a knock on my door as I hung up with my wife. Jason was standing there with a bowl of strawberries and asked if I wanted some, they had fruits in the lobby. I told him that I would share his. He came in and sat on the lounge. There was another knock and Jason went to get it. Regina was standing there with a bowl of strawberries.

Hey, wait for me! Joe stepped off the elevator also carrying a bowl. I got on the phone to order a bottle of wine and a Sprite.

I remembered sometime back in London when Sir Winfred, Jack, Mike Strands, Tom Paulson, Mark Grainger, Martin Forgatty, John Feldman and Pat Johnson came to my apartment to check to see if I had committed suicide. I wondered what had happened.

What’s that about suicide I am hearing? Tony walked in with a bowl of strawberries, and everybody started laughing.

Why did they think so? Joe asked.

Jim and Mike overheard a conversation with my wife and could not understand, it was in my native language, Creole.

I went to school with Pat Johnson, a very beautiful girl. Too bad she got married. Tony said and Regina snickered. The wine came, and we had more strawberries than we could eat; so, we gave the service girl two bowls to take back. We drank the wine with strawberries.

I have a question, how many planes are in your armada? I asked no one in particular.

Don’t know. Unlimited. Joe Marin answered. "When we catch those drug people with good, new and fast planes, they are automatically seized by the DEA. [Drug Enforcement Agency] We get whatever they offer. We have some of the new G-5s, they are faster and fly higher; and are usually intercepted or shot down by the Navy F-18s."

I saw four of them in London last year when I was there. Mike Strands was the Pilot. They picked me up in Spain after Joe and Jas here sent me into space on that suicide mission. Tony and Regina looked confused.

We strapped him in a Star Fighter F-15E from North Carolina. Joe told them. That was the fastest way to get him to London. Jason jumped up.

That was when he had the whole National Security Conference Room saying ‘OH SHIT!’.

What? Regina asked.

They showed him the picture of his brother. Jason told them. He looked at the picture, put his head down, and said ‘Holy shit! Joe. OH Brother, Why?’ So when the National Security Advisor asked what he had said, Mike said; and, I quote His name is Joseph Udomi and he is my brother. End quote. Everybody including the Vice President of the United States and you remember that the National Security Advisor, our boss, was that Lady.

I had a great flight. The F15E is a formidable machine. We had to refuel twice; an experience of a lifetime. I said, and they were all looking at Tony.

He is a Harrier Jet pilot in the Navy Reserve…Major. Joe told me. Tony shook his head in acknowledgement.

I fly with the USS ABRAHAM LINCOLN. Tony said.

Colonel Peters and his guys got me to Spain in one piece. I mentioned.

I heard about that flight. I think every pilot heard about how a civilian did not even throw up. Tony said.

So, my trip went all up in the Air Circle? Flight Gossip, can’t trust anybody! I said with a gleam in my eye. The words ‘TOP SECRET’ mean nothing these days.

These guys are like women Mike. Juicy tip. Regina observed.

Total abhorrent behavior if I may say so! I concluded.

So that’s what this whole thing is about? Regina asked, and I told them the story of Kenga Mackenami and my brother Joseph Udomi.

Oh sh–.

Shit! I finished it for them, and all laughed.

I get it! She said. Now, the wives are in London looking for you. My, my, you think it’s safe to send him back there? Joe, Jason? She was looking back and forth at them.

Ms. Regina, can you check with the Embassy here for me please? Ask them how long do they give a Visitor’s Visa from Kenya? I am interested. Thank you.

That’s why we are here, Jack and his crew are in London. Why don’t we go have dinner before we discuss it? Joe said and looked at his watch. Five minutes in the hallway. They walked out. I shook some water in my mouth, put on my jacket and went to the hallway to wait. My last supper with that group. I hope that it’s not really my last supper. I like that body on Regina. We all met and took the elevator down, and were about to order when we were joined by the Secretary of State and her companion. She had switched from National Security Advisor to Sec State. They were accompanied by the former Secretary of State and his wife.

May we join you? He asked and the servers joined a table to ours. Joe jumped up.

Indeed Madame Secretary! Welcome, General, Mrs. P. I introduced myself. They knew the others.

You are familiar. I told my wife that I think I’ve met you before. The name is very familiar. Have we? He asked me and all eyes shifted toward me.

Yes Sir! You General, President Carter, The Honorable Sam Nunn; we went to Haiti together for Cedras. I couldn’t stand his lollygagging; so, I had to explain to him in his mama’s tongue that his life’s expectancy was being shortened. I was with you when he was sent to Panama; I was also with you in the Desert.

I must be getting old. I remember now, you saved us some serious headaches. Island Boy like me. The creole language worked to our advantage. You scared him fiercely. The waitress took our order.

He had the whole Security Room screaming last year! When we found out that he was your brother Mike, everybody was looking for a Ken Mack or something. The Secretary of State said.

Believe me, he makes things happen. I have witnessed his capabilities. The General told them. The wine came and our salad was served, then the main course arrived and we ate heartily. Just before the dessert came, Regina excused herself and left. I wondered what had happened.

Shall we! Joe said and we went to the elevator and up to the conference room. Regina had everything set up. As we took our seats, the large flat screen TV on the wall came alive with Jack Lindsey via Skype.

Hello Mike! How are you my friend? Good to see you. He said. Evening Madame Secretary, General, Mam.

Hello Jack! Everybody said together.

What do you want to do Mike; or, have you discussed it? Mike, you didn’t hurt anyone, did you? Jack asked.

No Jack. I was told that he scared them a little. Jason will take him to the airport in the afternoon. Meet him in London. Why did you tell him that? Joe asked.

He dropped the first guy that touched him. I was there. He knows his way around. I will leave keys at the car rental agency for him and he can come to the Marchmont Hotel and I will meet him there. There is something I have to do, like finding some people. Are you ok with that Mike?

Yes! Okay Jack, I shall be seeing you then. I answered.

Jack, can you get the same setup like the last time? Different apartment, office and all. Joe asked.

We have all that ready Joe. No changes Mike, it was anticipated. I’ve got to go. Talk to you later. He clicked off.

I had an apartment, office, company car. I told them, I will have to show my face, coming from a trip in another country. We have to do something with the brothers and cousin.

Mike, did something happen when you were there?

Why? I looked at Tony.

Jack said that you dropped the first guy.

Oh that! The day I went to see my brother, his number one man grabbed my shoulder from behind; so, I dropped him. Boy was he mad! It just happened. The General suggested that they should be arrested and sent back to Kenya and I deal with the women alone. The Secretaries agreed.

Joe, pass this suggestion to Jack and see what he thinks. Madame Secretary said. Keep me posted. Will you? You have a job Mike, be safe.

Will do Madame Secretary. Thank you.

Joe said. We better get some sleep. All agreed. We shook hands and they walked out. It was 5:00 AM and I was sleeping like a log when the phone rang. It was Jason, inviting me for coffee. He had a pot brought to his room.

I’ll be right there. I answered and went to the bathroom. When I got to the hall way, Regina and Tony were also going to Jason’s room.

Morning Regina, what is this all about? I asked.

Beats me! Coffee. Regina answered and shrugged her shoulders. Jason opened the door.

No coffee for me. They looked at me like I was crazy. I pinched my nose and puffed.

Allergic to it. Quit breathing in fifteen minutes.

The Brits love their tea. Tony volunteered. I’ll call for some. Jason looked at me.

Mike, you need to think hard as to how you are going to handle the women from Africa. Jack and the crew will be there for you, just remember that they are in London for blood.

I understand. I said softly. My tea was brought in and Jason handed me an envelope with twenty Euro hundreds inside.

No Mike, you don’t understand; these women want your heart! Regina said.

I am thinking. When I say that I understand Jas, it means that I understand their language. I looked at the money and at Jason and said.

"Asante. [Thank you] I am fluent in Swahili; so I will have to not let on, but listen; they must never know." We discussed my trip and what I had to do. Just like that I had to go get ready for the Airport. They were all coming with me.

The drive to