Chapter Thirty Three

She nodded,

‘I speak almost fluent Russian and enough Finnish to get by Sir’

‘Excellent. Good luck Agent Wilberforce. May your God go with you.’

She saluted and marched out to head to the airbase, the Lieutenant General sat back in his chair watching her leave. His eyes narrowed in thought as he remembered the brave little girl in his office seven years before in Iraq,

‘You were right, old friend, she was one to watch. Good luck Wilberforce you are going to bloody well need it.’

The Lear-jet 60 XR was idling on the runway when she arrived it was a nippy little plane and they wasted no time in boarding it. Traveling with her were a couple of Diplomats, two Air Force Personnel, and her Guard, an Army Captain called James. It took off at exactly 3 am powering into the night sky and Zella was surprised at how calm she felt her mind was totally focused on the mission. Ben had been banished from her thoughts he had used her and she would not forgive or forget that. Captain James smiled at h