Hendrix thought he had hid it well. He didn't know that he had already been found out.
We have settled several things by now. What was eating at him in his heart to cause him so much distress?
When I spotted him putting on his coat, I quickly cleaned myself up lightly and followed along with him.
When we walked towards the stairs, I saw the officer that Minnie mentioned earlier. The man was tall in his uniform and looked very heroic. Just taking one look at him, showed how patriotic he was to his country.
There were two other soldiers standing at the door. They must be his guards. He seemed to be quite a powerful man.
Hendrix reached the last step and said, "Sorry to have kept you waiting."
The officer stood up and politely shook hands with Hendrix as we approached. "Hello, Mr. Roberts."
He then nodded at me politely in greeting.
We all sat down together. Hendrix crossed his legs and got straight to the point. "I wonder what brings an officer to see us personally so early this morning?"
The man didn't hesitate to reply. He placed his hand into the pocket of his jacket, took out a black folder and handed it to us. "These are my certificates. I'm the commander of the Fourth Special Operations Brigade of the Eighth Military Region. I am mainly in charge of border control, anti-narcotics and national defense."
Hendrix took the documents from his hand, opened them and glanced at each of them. He then handed them back calmly. "Mr. Zimmer, do you need our help with anything?"
Cyrus Zimmer had very delicate facial features and was every bit the traditional image of a tough man. He was born to be the representative image of the ideal soldier.
His eyes seemed very familiar. Did I bump into him in the streets before?
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