THE MESSAGE

The sun is high in the sky. The day looks sunny over here in Forest Hills, unlike in Virginia and it also seems to be a busy day as people are running hither and thither.

Many white-collar workers with briefcases are walking in quick steps to reach their workplaces on time while wealthy men are driving around in their flashy cars. Some are flaunting while others are merely minding their business.

The kids are skidding to school. Some in their various school buses, others on public transport, and the rest on foot.

The atmosphere is lively, crowded, and intriguing.

The majority of people have smiles on their faces as they continue to greet their fellow countrymen.

The streets are gleaming, the day is making everywhere look merry. As merry as it would have been on a Christmas day.

Amongst the crowd is two tall figures.

One of them has his hands in his pockets, a dark expression on his face while the other is dragging with him a barely conscious man, a smug grin on his face as they make