The Fall of Gowa
Greed and hunger for power can destroy you
Devlin’s eyesight was failing, so he leaned forward to peer at the woman sitting across his desk. Tall, slender and soft- spoken, she didn’t look like spy material.
“Trust me on this one, Devlin,” his senior had said, “Deborah’s very good. She may seem sweet as honey but on enemy ground she’s... well, you’ll find out soon enough.”
Devlin shuffled in his chair. This whole situation was making him feel uncomfortable. He knew just how dangerous the mission was, but Deborah was the only applicant for the job. It looked like he had little choice. With the urgent need to infiltrate Gowa’s headquarters and obtain the blueprint of their HC2 prototype, Devlin relented and hired her.
The interview over, Deborah stood up, pushed back a stray strand of blonde hair and smiled, “It’ll be a pleasure working with you, Sir.”
John, Gowa’s Chief, was keen to complete the HC2 project. The latest prototype had yielded excellent results when tested on his staff. None of them questioned his orders or argued with him any more.
