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" What war are you talking about? " I asked.
" You don't know? "
" Know about what? " This was getting a lot confusing.
" Oh, I see. He didn't tell you, did he? "
" Hold on, can you be at least a little specific? I don't get any thing at all. You mentioned that a war is about to happen, what war is it about? " I tried to be a bit specific to my question, maybe that's why she keeps replying back with a question.
" Do you remember the phone call he had yesterday? "
" Yes. What about it? "
" When you had persuaded him to go for the urgent matter, what were you thinking? Some thing bad is about to happen, Miss Walker, and that is why he had the call.
But... that isn't some thing I must tell you my self. As soon as you return back home, try to ask him yourself. I'm sure he will answer you. "
" Why? Why didn't he tell me? " I muttered painfully to myself.
" I believe he's got a reason for not telling you. "