Orin sat at a small table while a stranger ordered a drink. The man was about five' ten and had jet black hair with chestnut eyes. The mans face was square and he had many freckles.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to sound rude, but who are you."
"Oh I'm Tomas Firth. May I ask who I have the pleasure of chatting with?" Orin gave Tomas a confused look.
"My name is Orin." He paused, "Are you gay?" Orin asked innocently. Tomas laughed.
"No I'm not; I'm just a man missing his family who would like some company."
"Sorry." Orin said.
"And if I was gay," Tomas continued, "I'd be sitting with that man over there not you." Tomas pointed to the man a few tables away. Both laughed.
"What brings you to Africa Mr. Firth?"
"Business, and you?"
"I live here; excuse me I have to place a call."
"Of course"
Orin memorized the number Florentine had written down, and then he went to the pay phone. When Tomas was sure he wasn't looking he took the brochure and typed the name and number into his black berry. Then something caught his eye. Jackpot he said to himself. Written on another piece of paper seemed to be Piers cell phone number. When he saw Orin coming back he quickly wrote the number on a slip of paper which he quickly shoved back in his pocket.
"May I ask who that was?" Orin sighed.
"That was the answering machine."
"Oh, was the call important."
"Yes very," tears started coming down his face, "my partner was murdered this morning."
"What happened?"
"I really must go." Dang Tomas thought. "Wait!" he said, I need to think of a lie fast. "Would you mind if I came over tomorrow, I'm a detective?"
"Oh please do, here's where I live. It's just a couple towns over from here."
"Thank you sir, see you tomorrow."
Tomas calmly climbed into his car and started driving to the construction area. I did it, he thought, that man will be dead by tomorrow. As he drove along he had a feeling of satisfaction. I am keeping my job after all. He laughed; he never imagined how happy the thought of death could make him. When he reached the construction site, he started laughing again, oh their good. The whole construction area was gone, the trucks had been moved, and even the sand had been leveled out. Tomas went back to his car and started driving toward a special address. The place where they had hidden from the government all these years until it was safe to come out and start digging. Tomas guessed that's where the trucks and all the equipment went. Nobody, not even Tomas knew where their base was located, all he knew was that if he drove north at twenty milesper hour for ten miles he would come across it in the distance, any faster you would miss it, and any slower your mind would start wondering off and not paying attention to your surroundings. It's amazing we have stayed hidden for all these years he thought. It had been nine miles, Tomas started looking around. To his left he saw a small building in the distance, there she blows. He started speeding to the building; he couldn't wait to tell the director what he had accomplished.