“This is too much for me!” she mumbled as she clawed at her chest. Anybody seeing her would think she was having a heart attack. Lt. Clottey dashed to her side and helped her to her feet.
“I am sorry, madam but you are safe,” he assured her. Nana Yaw Ampiah and Baba, the two National Security Operatives and members of the Anti-Bomb squad from the Military Intelligence (MI) all stood by, stunned, realizing that had Lt. Clottey not acted in the nick of time, Cpl. Attinka, even with his right hand badly wounded, would have gunned down the Vice-President.
The Vice-President said it was time to