Yolanda’s car is swerving and switching lanes in the rain rushing to the airport. Yelling and swearing at the motorists. The car phone rang. On the phone screen the name “Charles” is displayed. Reluctant and nervous, she picks up the phone. “I can’t talk nowCharles I’m on the run. I will call you later when I’m safe” she said. Tears streamed down her cheeks, she looked at the phone then hanged up.Surprised at what he is seeing on the television news about her ex-colleague and ex-girlfriend. He held his head with both hands and watching with disbelief, that Yolanda is wanted by the C.I.A and the US Defense Force for compromising the country’s security. “This is not the Yolanda I know, this can’t be true” Charles said. Tapping his fingers on the lounge table, he turned off the television. The weather storm is started to slow down but it’s still drizzling. Yolanda arrives at the JFK airport. Pulls out the car keys from the ignition, takes her bag from the passenger seat then gets out of the car.
