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The sun was especially hot today. Not a single cloud in the sky could offer any type of liberation from its blazing heat. They were moving as fast as they could up the mountain to one of Graneli’s Mines. Graneli Industries agreed to give refuge to Ahmad Fakhri. The Georgians wouldn’t once check a mine, especially one as active as the one they were going to.
There were five soldiers escorting Fakhri, and only him alone for now. They didn’t want to move in large groups. There were helicopters flying every now and then over the mountains and no one wanted to get caught obviously. If need be, they had RPGs to take down these helicopters if it came too close.
Fakhri was an old man; he wasn’t exactly fit either, so getting him to Graneli’s mine was no easy task. Fakhri would frequently need to rest which made everyone anxious. Two of the soldiers went to help Fakhri, but it was too little difference.
Eventually, they got to the Graneli Mine and a lot of the miners looked at them until it finally clicked who they were. A man ran out to them, looked at the sky, and then back down at them.
“Come, Mr. Fakhri, we need to get you inside and safe before any unwelcomed guests appear,” the man said.
“I want to thank you for doing this for me, you’re putting yourself at quite the risk,” Fakhri replied.
“A small risk compared to yours,” the man repeated.
The party was taken inside the mine and then the elevator was called. The elevator came up and the men got into it and descended down for seemed like forever. The elevator eventually stopped and the men came to a large opening where trucks and loud noises filled the area. The miners paid no attention to them.
“Come with me, Mr. Fakhri. To the rest of you, your services are no longer required,” the man commanded.
The soldiers nodded and walked back to the elevator, the man and Fakhri walked down the mine for a while until they came to a small building in the mine. The man pulled out a key and opened the door, the two walked in.
The building was nice, it wasn’t luxurious, but it was comfortable. Fakhri took notice to a desk that had a phone on it.
“Mr. Fakhri, this will be where you run the war effort. That phone line is secure, the Government never checks or would think to check our phone line. Another added bonus for you is the walls are sound proof, it gets loud down here,” the man said.
“Thank you, can I ask for your name?” Fakhri asked.
“Oh! My apologies for not saying it earlier, I am Shota Arveladze,” Arveladze said.
“It’s good to meet you, Mr. Arveladze,” Fakhri said.
“Same to you sir, if you need anything, just call. There’s a list of numbers in the drawer,” Arveladze said.
Arveladze smiled at Fakhri and shook his hand before leaving. Fakhri looked around his new room and he sat down at his desk.
There were five soldiers escorting Fakhri, and only him alone for now. They didn’t want to move in large groups. There were helicopters flying every now and then over the mountains and no one wanted to get caught obviously. If need be, they had RPGs to take down these helicopters if it came too close.
Fakhri was an old man; he wasn’t exactly fit either, so getting him to Graneli’s mine was no easy task. Fakhri would frequently need to rest which made everyone anxious. Two of the soldiers went to help Fakhri, but it was too little difference.
Eventually, they got to the Graneli Mine and a lot of the miners looked at them until it finally clicked who they were. A man ran out to them, looked at the sky, and then back down at them.
“Come, Mr. Fakhri, we need to get you inside and safe before any unwelcomed guests appear,” the man said.
“I want to thank you for doing this for me, you’re putting yourself at quite the risk,” Fakhri replied.
“A small risk compared to yours,” the man repeated.
The party was taken inside the mine and then the elevator was called. The elevator came up and the men got into it and descended down for seemed like forever. The elevator eventually stopped and the men came to a large opening where trucks and loud noises filled the area. The miners paid no attention to them.
“Come with me, Mr. Fakhri. To the rest of you, your services are no longer required,” the man commanded.
The soldiers nodded and walked back to the elevator, the man and Fakhri walked down the mine for a while until they came to a small building in the mine. The man pulled out a key and opened the door, the two walked in.
The building was nice, it wasn’t luxurious, but it was comfortable. Fakhri took notice to a desk that had a phone on it.
“Mr. Fakhri, this will be where you run the war effort. That phone line is secure, the Government never checks or would think to check our phone line. Another added bonus for you is the walls are sound proof, it gets loud down here,” the man said.
“Thank you, can I ask for your name?” Fakhri asked.
“Oh! My apologies for not saying it earlier, I am Shota Arveladze,” Arveladze said.
“It’s good to meet you, Mr. Arveladze,” Fakhri said.
“Same to you sir, if you need anything, just call. There’s a list of numbers in the drawer,” Arveladze said.
Arveladze smiled at Fakhri and shook his hand before leaving. Fakhri looked around his new room and he sat down at his desk.