One of the captives, a desperate but hopeless being, spoke up. "Please, just don't forget our deals." 

The man on the chair chuckled, a sound devoid of warmth. "Welcome to the Revolutionary Army Camp," he said grandly. A voice turned to his other victim being there with it, worry etched on his face. "Are we doing the right thing?" he whispered. 

"This is the best chance for our country's future," the other voice replied, trying to sound confident. The man on the chair picked up his phone, barking orders. "Find that device, and do it quickly." 

"Yes, Boss," came the reply. He hung up, a triumphant gleam in his eyes. "Soon, Nigeria will be mine." 

**TWO WEEKS LATER** 

Jessica sat in her room, clutching a photo of her parents. "This isn't the end, Dad," she whispered, determination hardening her voice. "I'll become the best doctor in Nigeria, just like you always wanted." She grabbed her bag and headed downstairs to join her uncle and aunt for breakfast. 

"Good morning, Princess," Uncle Evans greeted her as she descended the stairs. 

"Good morning, Uncle. Good morning, Aunty. How did you sleep?" Jessica replied with a smile, the pain of her parents' loss slowly becoming a distant ache. 

"Come and eat, darling," Aunt Anne said, her voice warm. Jessica joined them at the table, eating bread and sipping tea. After breakfast, she picked up her bag and followed her uncle to the car. 

"Thank you for taking such good care of her," Evans said to his wife, kissing her gently. 

"It's my duty," Anne replied, hugging him tightly. Evans opened the car door for Jessica, and they drove off together. 

As they traveled, Jessica's thoughts turned to her friends. "I wonder how they’ve been doing," she mused silently, gazing out the window. She hadn’t heard from them in two weeks, and the uncertainty gnawed at her. 

*To be continued...*