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Done. With faint enthusiasm, the slightest gap in laughter was her lips, but the question in her eyes was, what to do when a man came to the beauty parlor reserved for girls! It was not easy for the runner to overcome the discomfort.

Can you help me, sir? ' Trying to bring artificial nobility to the voice, the runner was caught in the ear.

'Obviously. I want to meet Miss Shakila Mumtaz. Will you take a look? ' He smiled softly.

The expression on the receptionist's face became fixed. Very sorry, sir. He's out this afternoon. There is not much emphasis on the answer, there is also a great lack of sincerity in speaking. As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at the door with the words 'Private' written on it.

Rana sighed, took a white card out of his pocket, and wrote something in it! He pushed the card towards the girl and said, Lakshmi girl, go, give it to her. I am watching over you. The matter is very important.

'Hey, Rana smiled sweetly, didn't I call you a lucky girl?

The girl is still hesitating. Rana pointed to the camera and said, at least tell Miss Shakila Amtaz to look at my face on the monitor. If you don't call me after seeing me, I'll leave. I am. '

Seeing that the ice was not melting, Rana took out the ID from his pocket. Fully laminated, colorful in font, much more glossy than the original. Rana is on leave, the assignment is not official, so he does not have the right to use the ID of BCI or Rana Agency. So what is the way without using a fake identity card? | 'If you wait a minute, we'll see if he's back. He really came out once in the afternoon. ' Pushing the private door, the girl disappeared inside. | Rana stood facing the camera. He wrote on the white card, My peace is gone. ' It took five minutes, but it worked like magic. The Sealy girl came back and showed him the way. A narrow corridor beyond the door, a few steps above the end of the corridor is another very strong door. He told you to go inside.

So Rana did, Saeja entered. And as soon as he entered, he went to the forest.

The dangerous end of the bluish steel is aimed at him. He noticed well. Colt Woodsman, Match Target Model is Difficult to recognize.

. Such weapons never fail to inspire respect in the runner's mind, especially if they are held firmly as they are now.' Parka,' Rana said softly, cautiously. Parka, please, take it out of your hand. I have come to help you. ' As he spoke, he noticed that there was no other way out of the room. She also noticed that Shakila Mumtaz alias Operation Foot Cake's Sabina Parka was standing in a perfectly correct position — her legs slightly fucked, her back to the left side of the back wall, her eyes alert and steady.

You. ' The girl said without removing the pistol.

Physically, Rana smiled sincerely on his lips. However, to be honest, I don't know Taema. The last and first time I saw Taema was like a bag of sweaters and jeans, trembling with fear inside the sixth hut. . After many days, that fear came back again, 'there is no smile on her face, muttered the girl in English. Shakila Mumtaz's accent lacks any Middle Eastern melody, that is, a touch of Hebrew or Arabic. She has mastered her cover completely. Runner remembered what was written in the file about the girls. The BCI did not find any flaw in the work of rehabilitating them in England. If you examine all the papers that have been given to them, you will find out without any doubt that they are British citizens by birth, they have spent their childhood in the United States and Latin America or India, their parents are spending their retirement in another European country.

Rana noticed that there was no lack of beauty and sweetness in Shakila Mumtaz's gestures. Its extremely attractive structure. Black hair, long uniform structure, well-formed legs. His taste is also very elegant, the average oil business for five years can be seen at a glance. Nevertheless, Rana felt that the girl had a sense of helplessness, recklessness, or stubbornness.

Oh, I know. I have come to allay your fears, 'said Rana. I had no idea they would send anyone. 'Not sent. I came to myself after receiving the news. I am alone, but I have both Salabar training and experience. Now remove the hand shoe. I have come to take you to a safe place. All three, you who are still alive.

Shakila Mumtaz shook her head slowly. No, Mr. ••• 'Rana. Masood Rana

No, Mr. Run. The demons killed Drab and Hannah. Now I have to see them so that they do not reach my other friends.

Nasreen Yusuf's real name was Dreba Meredesai and Firaza Banna's real name was Hannah Eliza.