8

Jana strapped a knife at the ankles of her boots. She look herself in the mirror and gulps one more time, hoping to swallow all of her nervousness. Spencer left to do what Ezekiel asked him to. He delivered the mails Kiel wrote last night and had it addressed to Houston directly. She doesn't know how the girl is going to react but the truth that her face is now plastered all over their country unnerved her a little.

She doesn't have the title and little to no people remember what her late father used to do for them. Jana was long forgotten in their place. And those who said that the sketch looked familiar to them were too scared to voice it out in public for the fear that they would be questioned in person.

"Vivien, show me Denise and her friend's character profile in this instance."

Light flashes at the side of Jana's face. She read the hologram in front and nearly winced in dismay. All of Denise's cronies were either government officials or soldiers in active duty. How is she going