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would like to know a bit of your story if you don’t mind, she added.
    ‘‘Okay, then, but I have to leave immediately after.’’ Dembe replied. He did not want to stay there too long. He feared that might end up hurting her, especially if his supernatural self takes over. Still, there was something about Lara that made her want to stay. He stared at her as she left the room.
    The charm of Lara’s physique stole insensibly upon him. The fine lines of her body were attractively long, charmingly clean and symmetrical; it was a body which sporadically fell into marvelous poses; there was hardly any particular suggestion of the trim, stereotyped fashion-plate about her body. Her beauty was breath taking
    Lara in the other hand also hoped that he would stay even longer than just breakfast, she felt a little excited even though she was chocked a few minutes ago, rather ironical!
    The moment Dembe slide into the dining chair, Lara served him an enormous platter of food. Eggs, some ham, bacon and delicious piles of fried potatoes. The bacon broke over his tongue as he took a bite, perfectly crisp, perfectly salty. The flavor was outstanding, it was like a bomb of joy in his hungry mouth, blowing up and blasting in all the right tantalizing ways.
    ‘’My compliments to the chef!’’ Dembe said
    ‘‘Oh thank you!’’ Lara replied
    ‘‘Here is a glass of orange juice’’ she said as she placed a tureen of fruit sits in ice to keep it chilled. She also set a basket of rolls before him.
    ‘’This could keep me going for weeks!’’ Dembe thought.
    Lara seated herself across from Dembe and watched him as he dug into the richness of food with rapacious hunger.
    ‘‘He must have been really hungry’’ Lara thought and she was really glad that he was enjoying every bit of the meal. He shoved some eggs, pancakes, toast, bacon, and the fried potatoes into his gaping mouth, eating like no one was watching him.
    Lara herself, delicately cut out a small piece from the fried potatoes and placed the oily chunk in her mouth and after she completed chewing it in delight, she interrupted….
    ‘‘So what happened to you?’’
    The question brought him to the memory of the crash. He remembered the helicopter blades slicing through the thick air of the woody jungle, heavy with intense evening humidity and the scent of the dense undergrowth. The cadenced sound resonated out to the dusk. Dembe felt he owed her the truth, at least even if it was half of it, without her, he would have probably been dead, even with his superhuman abilities, the accident had taken a fatal toll on him.
    ‘‘I work for a secret Black Ops government agency..’’ He started and Lara’s eyes immediately lit in curiosity.
    ‘‘We had been sent on a mission behind enemy lines to trail the leader of notorious terrorist group and take him out..’’ He continued
    ‘‘That was what we thought, and I now realize that it was a plot to take us out instead’’ As Dembe said that, he remembered, his partner Tunde leaning a little on his mounted machine gun in the chopper as they thought they were almost on their check point. He swallowed hard and felt his stomach twisting into bundles of pain.
    ‘‘My partner Tunde, looked like he was daydreaming when he saw the rocket coming blazing toward them and struck the tail.’’ He sighed
    Dembe remembered the helicopter spinning like an amusement park ride.
    ‘‘Their aim was to ensure that no one would get out of there alive.’’ Dembe said feeling betrayed.
    ‘‘There was no time for parachutes, but I quickly rushed for them and handed one to Tunde, minutes later the chopper would be a fireball in the trees… we jumped..’’ Dembe continued.
    He remembered the cold air hitting his goggles and they suddenly misted up. This made him partially blind for a few seconds but they cleared up almost immediately revealing the vastness of the world that was far below them, a tapestry of the jungle they were