Jealousy in Philip's voice....

 Sixty six minutes had passed when an incredulous and slightly air sick Philip Godsent stepped down the gang plank onto the sun – drenched runaway. A crisp breeze rustled the lapels of his jacket. The open space felt wonderful.

"Welcome to the United States of America," the pilot said said, yelling beside them. " How do you guys feel?"

"I feel like I have been eating styro foam," Philip said, rubbing his stomach.

"The flight has been remarkably ordinary," Catherine said, considering some things.

The pilot smiled, "Mr. Philip it's attitude sickness."

Philip checked his watch. It read 1:09 p.m

"You just crossed back five times zones," the pilot offered. "It's 8:01 a.m here." Philip rested his watch.

"Second time being in Washington DC. I love the private roads," Catherine said.

Philip looked at her surprisingly, "second time,?"

"Yeah, the first time I had a personal meeting with the president. He's such a handsome gentleman. My first crush at that," Catherine joked.

"Even if he was a bachelor, he would never have an eye on you," Philip spat out, jealousy visible in his eyes.

Catherine's face wore a smug look, "I was only kidding, besides he is already married. I am a spinster and I am okay with it. Infact even if I wanted a man, I would never dream of a president."

"I would never dream of a president, Philip mocked inward. He's not your type, infact he's no ordinary girl's type. Precisely, he could be compared to a God, he's just like a physical God to us. So even if he was your type, he would not even take a mere glimpse at you with the thought of a female companion," Philip said coldly.

"Mr. Philip I think you are wrong. Ms. Catherine has got the charm that could make any man, including you and I fall for her, besides I believe you are saying this to her out of jealousy," the pilot mocked. 

There was a hidden smile in Catherine's face when she heard the pilot's words, in a fleeting moment the smile was all gone.

Philip gave a wan nod and it felt as though he was considering the pilot's words.

A handful of technicians scurried onto the runway to tend to the jet. The pilot escorted Philip and Catherine to a black Peugeot sedan in a parking area beside the control tower. Moments later, they were speeding down a paved road that stretched out across the valley floor. Clusters of fine buildings Rose in the distance.

    Philip watched in disbelief as the pilot pushed the speedometer up around one hundred and seventy kilometers an hour _ over one hundred miles per hour. 

"What is it with this guy and speed?" He wondered.

"Five kilometers to White House," the pilot said. "I'll have you there in two minutes."

Philip thought to himself, "why not make it three and get us there alive?"

The car raced on.

"Do you like jazz?" The pilot asked, jamming a cassette into the tape deck.

"No," Catherine said. "I'd prefer Reba."

Philip shrugged his shoulders, he didn't care about whichever song to be played.

"Why Reba?" The pilot said.

"Fell in love with it at the age of twelve. The music is inspiring."

"I doubt," Philip said.

A voice started singing. "Have you ever been to the tomorrow land....."

    Tomorrow land, Philip thought absently. He had once come across a film named tomorrow land and he had always told himself that it was only a film and nothing else. Collections of quality artifacts. Science was a leading factor in the world but a lot of people have already imagined the future to be nothing more or less than science. Quite true but the church was an opposing factor. They would never accept science to lead the world. They believed in miracles, God was their leading factor.

"Mr. Philip have you ever been to the White House before?" The pilot asked.

"Yes. I have been to a lot of houses. The Black house, the rainbow house, the pink house and the Whitehouse."

The pilot laughed.

Catherine rolled her eyes. She had never seen a scientist like Philip. Funny and silly, she wondered why his surname was Godsent, when he didn't believe in God. He wasn't sent by God, he was sent by science. He was a science sent..

"The Whitehouse doesn't seem to have too much security," Philip said, observing the private roads.

"There are cameras everywhere. Just a move and the police will be all around. An invisible enemy is more than a visible one," the pilot said.

"And what if the cameras are infiltrated?" Catherine found herself asking.

"Well, the cameras are hidden," the pilot said.

"It seems you know everything that happens in Washington DC," Philip said. "You live in the Whitehouse, right?"

"I work for the Whitehouse."

"That means you work for the president. It must be nice working with a very sensible leader like Joe Biden. I have always looked forward to work for my president Mr. Buhari. It's nice, isn't it?" Catherine interjected.

"I'm not working for the president, I am working for the country. It's nice working for the president but it comes with great tasks and secrecy. Working for the president and working for the country are two different things yet portrays one thing _ denial of self-happiness and satisfaction. My wife is in labour but I can't be with her. Ever since I got her pregnant, I have been away from her. I am not even allowed to receive messages from her __" 

"Why? She's your wife," Catherine interrupted.

"I am a pilot sworn to dedication. I am a sworn patriot, serving the country at any time. The country is my first wife given to me by nature. Every other thing are just companions given to me by law and man." Philip scanned the road. "Washington DC looks pretty cool."

"You haven't seen anything yet," the pilot said silently.

Philp nodded, arching his eyebrows.