>>5503691 <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"That's what I want!"</span></span>
Every sane man or woman looking to touch down in Accra was prepared. Those who weren't just threw away a hefty sum to spend a month-long holiday in a UN detention cell before being shipped back to wherever hole they crawled out from. While you of all people knew the right dollar in the right pocket made the clock keep on ticking. The world's runs on money, not hugs and rainbows. The plane suddenly jolts to the side, the music flickering out for a second before returning. A pilot curses and that made you worry for a moment, if he started screaming you were really going to worry. Weathering the barrage of questions you take your time to react.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"That's what I want!"</span></span>
With practiced ease that borders on second nature you produced your false documents. Face tactfully calm. Offering them up to the woman, she takes it as you speak. "I'm here on a humanitarian mission, spreading the word of the lord through volunteerism and to show the power of religion as a beacon of hope." The accent your words danced in didn't match the British passport. It had the hint of the isles, but something else rang true in it. It was brutish, drawn out and easily recognisable by anyone that was fluent in English. "Oh, wow!" The woman titters with false interest.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">"That's what I want!"</span></span>