Clarenthia
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Bakva Beridze was sitting in Abasha airport. Beridze was an agent of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for quite some time now, he was well trusted, and for this mission he needed to be. Some of the most important people to step into Akhaltsikhe were coming on the plane that had just landed.
Beridze stood up and walked to the terminal where the passengers were getting off the plane. He was wearing a gray suit with a blue tie and black sun glasses. His hair was neatly combed and he looked much younger than 56.
Beridze had a suitcase with him. In the suitcase was some of the most classified information in Akhaltsikhe, information vital to the plans of the Council. The information was so classified that not even Beridze knew many details, but he thought it was better that way.
He continued to watch the crowd coming off the plane, searching for his targets.
Beridze stood up and walked to the terminal where the passengers were getting off the plane. He was wearing a gray suit with a blue tie and black sun glasses. His hair was neatly combed and he looked much younger than 56.
Beridze had a suitcase with him. In the suitcase was some of the most classified information in Akhaltsikhe, information vital to the plans of the Council. The information was so classified that not even Beridze knew many details, but he thought it was better that way.
He continued to watch the crowd coming off the plane, searching for his targets.