Abdul looked at the soldiers in front of him and he was dumbfounded. They were at least twenty of them. Where had they come from? It was clear that Abdul had fallen into a trap.

"Get them you!" Jamila shouted to him and Abdul felt like hitting her. It was all her fault.

"I should get them? Why don't you get them yourself?" He asked her and the soldiers looked at the both of them. Abdul could admit that they were one odd pair.

"You are the hand, you are meant to protect me!" Jamila shouted.

"What are you waiting for? Bundle them!" A familiar voice said and Abdul looked...