The Acting President sighed, wondering why the National Security Coordinator was not picking her call at such a crucial time. She fastened her seat belt as fear again gnawed at her heart. Her thoughts once more went to her son.
Lt. Clottey drove out of his lane and now on the left lane, stepped hard on the accelerator pedal, overtaking the vehicles in front of him. Oncoming vehicles had to give way. He jumped two traffic lights, nearly crashing into a tipper truck from the opposite direction which was negotiating a left turn. He observed in the rear view mirror the two vehicles also jumping