He continued to sit on the table, puffing on his cigar but he was sweating. Moreover, if there was something he would have wanted at that movement, he needed a glass of iced-water. He desperately searched his mind for a way to get out of the situation he put himself in. He reckoned that if he could get to his gun, which he strapped to his leg, hidden in his socks, he could shoot his way out, flee from the Presidency and go into hiding. Then as soon as he made contact with the Deputy National Security capo, Rex Yamoah and took the balance of his money, he would leave the country for good and th