Abu walked alongside his companion, making small chat and smoothly blending with the general population as they walked to the carpark. Abu also took the time to look at his surrounding, enjoying the change of scenery and the weather. Aside from being illegally smuggled to Lebanon, Iran and Kuwait for a brief period to carry out missions, Abu had never been commisioned to a European country, but it did not hinder him from mastering English and French.
''Too bad about Leila.'', Abu's companion remarked in fluent French.
Abu scrutinized his companion's look. Sporting a shoulder length cropped blonde hair, she dressed rather conservatively with a bright colored tunic blouse, which hugged her slim frame rather loosely, complimented with flat shoes. Her chosen outfit showed her shapely legs, but such sights were common in the country. Instead Abu's eyes went up to size her bosom, they were ordinary B cup. She looked rather different than in the photograph that Abu owned.
''She outlived her usefulness, sooner or later, they would discover what we were doing.'', Abu's hand went into his pocket and took out Claire's photo, in swift motion, he tore it to small pieces before discarding it on the road. ''Serves him right as well.'', Abu finished, referring to the dead ambassador.
''Where's... hmmm...'', Abu's voice trailed off, unsure whether it was Ali or Ahmed residing within the body of Claire Durand.
''Ali? He was out somewhere.'', Claire smiled knowingly. ''Getting some money from someone.''
Abu Sida chuckled. The plan he devised years ago went as smooth as he had hoped for and somewhat even better than what he had expected. His grip on the water bottle tightened, inside it, were more of the key of his plans' success, waiting to be evaporated to leave behind a kilogram of Dust, a synthesis as to make more Dust. There were many sacrifices, he had seen younger militants meet their gruesome ends, vomiting to their death after they tried the Dust. Ahmed and Ali were two of the handful of survivors that survived the ordeal and gained the power upon consuming the substance.
''There's no need for ID falsification and petty crimes anymore.'', Claire smirked as she went round a bend. ''Some people were just eager to contribute to our just cause, brother.''
''I'm sure you can get money through other means as well.'', Abu gave a small chuckle as he mentally undressed his companion. Claire just chuckled in agreement.
It turned out that Ahmed had planned to show the city to Abu and did it with pride. Driving by schools, universities, and office complexes, letting Abu to see his potential body or bodies.
''So, how did you come by this fine specimen again?'', Abu asked.
''Ali said he spied her in a high school, an only child apparently.'', Claire said. ''He took over her life when she was 19 and made her move away to here and take a degree in Arabic.''
''Ah yes, after he split with Leila.'', Abu interjected. Claire nodded. The car passed by a high school, the street littered with teenagers in uniform, going home.
''Then I came here.'', Claire continued. ''We took turns taking control of her, and when we're busy we took sleeping pills before exiting her body.''
Abu looked like he was going to ask something. ''And she's 25 this year.'', Claire grinned, as though Ahmed knew what Abu was about to ask. ''And working as a French-Arabic interpreter in a defence company.''
The car this time went around an office complex, with men and women in business suits walking quickly as if every second counted.
''Brother, you should get something more suited for this place.'', Claire said in Arabic, twinged with a French accent as the tour concluded.
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