As Nayla and Mohamed got in the car , Mohamed began making some calls , trying to find out where Marwa had been staying this whole time . Nayla sat there in silence , with her hands rested on her lap , clasped together tight . But her calm exterior didn't fool Mohamed once . On the inside , she was fuming and building up her anger , like a volcano ready to it erupt at any second .
Mohamed took a quick look at her and was just about to rest his reassuring hand on hers when she suddenly blurted out
Nayla : " Mohammed , don't "
The tone of her voice lacked any of compassion or any emotion at all , it was just cold and lifeless .
Mohammed thought to himself as he slowly pulled his hand away
" That bitch is in for one crazy ride , cause this kid ain't ganna be playing little miss dainty anymore . "
Suddenly , Mohammed's phone started ringing , and recognizing the number he picked it up after a few rings. Apparently a friend of his found out where Marwa was staying and was staking out the place till they got their . He gave him an address , which he directly typed in to the GPS system he had in his car.
Mohammed : " Thanks , I owe you big time . "
After shutting the phone call , Nayla blurted out .
Nayla : " Found the bitch I presume ? "
Mohammed : " Yea , She'd been hiding out in one of those apartment hotels in Juffair "
Nayla : " How fast can you get there ? "
Mohammed : " Just close your eyes and count to 10 "
And as Nayla closed her eyes , Mohammed started speeding and zig-zagging between the cars till they got to the building . It had been one of the many guesses Mohammed thought of , and well this one turned out to be the right one . As he turned the ignition off , he turned to face Nayla .
Mohammed : " Are you ready to do this ? "
Nayla looked up and looked Mohammed straight in the eye " I was born ready ."
They got out of the car , entered the building and went straight to the elevator . Mohammed pressed the elevator door to floor no. 9 . As the elevator music played some weird piano tune , Nayla was completely zoned out . The only thought that she was concentrating on at the moment was
" This ends here and now , and I'll make sure she ends here too . "
Ladies and Gentlemen , I believe we are about to see the beginning of World War Three .
This is a fictional , non-realistic story. These are based on thoughts and random ideas. It has nothing to do with anybody or anything that could happen in an everyday life , there maybe those who don't approve , but everybody is en-titled to their own thoughts, and this blog is open to comments.