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Nancy looked up at the clock. It was just after four o'clock, and it was time to implement the plan.She sighed and pretended to wipe the sweat from her brow with a tissue.I want to take a break.She to Jack.Tobin said. He nodded and smiled at her.No problem, they're all on it anyway.There's not much we can do here for the next two hours. Nancy disappeared in the direction of the pantry, but turned on the way and went into a storage room stacked with all the cleaning supplies she might need.Nancy quickly put on a robe for cleaners, and wrapped a gray-black turban around her head.She always kept the scarf in her handbag.In this way, it is difficult for the surveillance cameras to identify her.

She wheeled a cleaning cart filled with clean bath towels, cleaning supplies and trash bags, out to a walkway that was monitored by cameras.She walked heavily, slowly toward the place Auduma had shown her. Her heart beat faster.Any alert CIA agent sitting in front of a surveillance camera would immediately notice a hotel manager walk into a storage room and come out with a cleaning lady.She waited for armed security personnel to rush out of nowhere at any moment and order her to get down.However, nothing happened.Thinking of her family, she regained her composure and walked forward calmly.

She finally came to the air-conditioning room.The door was locked, but Nancy was ready to take the key from the box.As the supervisor of the customer service department, she can take out any key at any time.There is no marking on the door.Better yet, that way, surveillance cameras won't be able to tell the difference between it and a normal storage room. Nancy tried the key back and forth on the lock.Her hand was shaking so badly that the key slipped from her hand.Resisting the urge to look around, she bent down and picked it up.The cleaner is just bummed, no big deal. She finally opened the door and went in.She took a quick glance to make sure there were no surveillance cameras installed.Immediately she saw the iron cover of the filter shelf and heard a rustling behind it.Auduma's plan did not specify how to remove the lid.She thought there must be a handle on it, or a simple magnetic switch.Only then did she realize that the cover was fixed with four screws.

How could she have thought of bringing a screwdriver? She looked at her watch, it was ten past four.Auduma repeatedly emphasized that the liquid in the small bottle must be poured on the filter plate at 4:15.She wondered what Auduma was going to do at this moment. The lives of her whole family depend on these four damn screws! She looked around in despair.This room has a lot of plumbing and a locked cabinet.There must be a safety switch inside.Nothing that looks like a tool.She thought about cleaning the cart.But it was parked outside on the walkway, within range of surveillance cameras.If she rummaged there now, it might attract suspicion.

She rummaged around in her handbag.Inside were wallets, mobile phones, toiletry kits, tissues and photos of Lanja and the children.She resisted the urge to take another look at them.She found a nail file in a side pocket.She forgot it was put in so long ago.There is a make-up artist in the hotel, and she regularly asks her to fix her nails, at the employee discounted price, of course. Unexpectedly, the pointed part of the nail clipper just fit into the groove on the screw.However, the knife was too short and the handle didn't fit properly, and she couldn't move the screw at all.But Nancy refused to give up and tried to turn the screw again and again.A nail is split.Finally, she finally moved forty-five degrees.This seemed to be a signal for the screws to give up resistance, and all the screws were loosened immediately.Soon, Nancy opened the cover.

The filter plate is placed in a square box with a groove on it.Nancy tugged on it, taking out the colander.She felt a strong wind blowing, and the scorching heat of the desert rushed in. She unscrewed the cap of the perfume bottle and poured the shiny golden transparent liquid on the filter plate.Immediately, the cabin was filled with a thick cinnamon fragrance, which seemed to be mixed with exotic spices.Nancy shuddered.Whatever she was pouring on the shelf was weird. She suppressed all guesses and pushed the filter panel back to its original position.She turned the four screws hastily, not wanting to waste time.Anyway, the people from the CIA will definitely find out what she did.

She took a deep breath, pulled her hood lower, and tucked her handbag back under her cleaning gown.She walked out the door, shuffling, pushing the cleaning cart, walking slowly down the aisle.