Chapter 4

Grand pa scrutinized henry with his piercing eyes. Eyes that seems to be seeing through the innermost of a person's heart.

He was dressed in a black and yellow cardigan, and a black trouser. His usual office dress was a perfect way for him to always remain inconspicuous.

"Did you get the message?". He asked, his eyes fixed squarely on Henry.

"Yes sir"

Said Henry staring back at the man. " I got the message, but it was not clear". He added.

Grand pa nodded slowly, running his hand along the tip of his eyebrows.

"It is best that you came here. Here it is". He said sliding a photo along the table towards Henry.

Henry firmly picked up the photo, and studied the face of the man staring back at him with a mischievous grin.

The smile seems like the smile of someone who know what he was doing, and seems to be taunting whoever is looking for him to come and get him.

He was a middle-aged man, probably in his late forties. Scruffy noise, black hair, and middle-eastern looking.

Henry has been in this work for a while, that he is now able to say where one is from by just looking at the person's photo.

The man in the photo looks like he is well to do. Black Armani suits on his lean body, Rolex watch and a diamond ring on his waving hand.

Henry's keen eyes had quickly scanned the man's accessories and had come up with it's worth. " $8,560". Obviously not a poor man.

"Do you know him?". Asked grand parents. A question he well knew that Henry has no answer for.

Henry shook his head and gave the man a prompting look, which seemed to be saying' tell me'.

"He is omran korsi. A well known Syrian celebrity, public figure and philanthropist". Said grand pa and paused suspensefuly.

Henry gave the man another prodding look. He knows he is not called up here to be shown the picture of a syrian celebrity and public figure. There is the main thing. There is always the main thing.

"But what his enthusiastic fans and supporters doesn't know, is that he is a secret die hard supporter of terrorism in africa".

Henry stood, unmoving as he listened to the man.

Grand pa continued. " He has supported maisap with the sum of $40 million for the procurement of their arms. I also received reports from my sources that he had made another pledge of $15 million to them last week.

That's why he needs to be popped".

Henry sometimes couldn't help but be surprised by how the man gets his informations. Well, he knew that there are those in the agency whose jobs are to find out this sort of things. His task is quite different. He works based on the reports produced by those people.

Henry slowly ran his hand along the collar of his suit and asked. " Where does he live?".

"Damascus"..

Henry sharply stared up at the man, not out of panic, but out of surprise and anxious anticipation. " Damascus?".