Immigration Officer

My hand trembled as I punched the number into the phone. I have been seeing this man (Paul) for the past three months and was beginning to like him, and then I saw him in the news that he was one of the members of the Blackwater officer. He and his friends have been convicted for molesting and killing innocent civilians in Iraq. He was caught by the Iraqi embassy and held in jail for two months. He called me one day that can I help him contact an immigration officer in Washington. I thought about it for a week, later I called the immigration officer, after talking for an hour; we came to Oklahoma and investigated Paul home. The officer came and two months later, I was on my way to Iraq to see the man I hope to marry in trail. I was escorted by the U.S Army; I spoke to him after he was convicted of enslaving Iraqis children. He was sentenced to one year in jail. I went back to Oklahoma with a broken heart, I tried to contact Paul friends and got only Bob, he offered to teach me about the business and six months later, I was on my operation to Sudan. I did not know the pentagon was watching my activities, after a successful operation, I went back home. While channeling the news, the immigration officer that I called for help was caught for bribery and civilian misconduct. My friends called me that I must come over their house. When we met, they told me that the immigration officer mentioned my name as an ally and for the next days, I was getting emails and hone calls from the immigration officer threatening me to call him or his enemies will come and try to kill me. I told my friends about it and we headed toward Mexico, I got another phone call to call the police commander at Washington police station five minutes before twelve P.M or he will be executed by the electric chair and it was six p.m. when we check into a hotel in Houston, the immigration officer enemies has caught up with us and we saw them checking into a hotel just a block away from us. I called the local police and they stalked the men’s, when it was eleven thirty, a knock came through the door, Bob was shot and there was a shootout that lasted fifteen minutes. It was me and someone alive then two more men came in and shot me as I reached to call the commander chief in Washington, I was shot again and trembled as I watch the immigration was getting electrocuted. I died ten minutes later.