"So are we going straight to the Presidential House?"
Lin pondered about his answer for a second, and said, "No, just get me to the private airstrip. I'd rather leave this place as fast as I can."
"Captain Rio's not going to like that."
"Do I look like I care?"
"I guess not. By the way, the question I had asked about the risky thing you were planning on doing… Do you plan on answering?"
"... No, I don't think I will."
"... Fair enough."
There was quietness in the car for a moment. Traffic was moving OK.
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Captain Rio Rancho was alone in the Presidential Office. His face was covered in sweat. He looked anxious. He glanced at the telephone near him once or twice every two minutes. He was waiting for a call.
All of a sudden, the phone began to ring, and Rio hurriedly grabbed the receiver and placed it near his ear.
"Hello?" He said.