Chapter 10

[Egypt]

Mustapha, the prime minister of Egypt, buried his head in his hands in deep thought. His long fingers raked through his hair, removing some strands from the rubber he used to keep his long, dark hair in place. He sighed, pinched his pointed nose, and groaned. Eventually, he lifted his head and resumed staring at the letter on his laptop.

The audacity of Storm amazed him. How dare he request that they let the Americans on their soil? After what they had done? One American whom they let onto their soil brought this upon them. They would not be fooled again. But the threat attached…

Egypt would not be able to stand if Storm decided to wage war against them.

Mustapha groaned again in annoyance. His fingers lingered on the keyboard for a while as he considered his options. He had to think, and he had to do it fast. Finally, he typed a response and sent it over to the desk of the president of the US, accepting his offer. Afterward, he forwarded both letters