I was at the office even though I knew it was a hot spot. Security had already come by to tell me that the CID was here yesterday looking for me. They had asked security what car I drove and lucky for me security had told them they didn't know.
I had to just finish a few things off and had stopped for a moment to take a look outside my window when I noticed a few white Nissan patrols with dark tinted windows. A guy came in asking if I was Saeed Al- X and when I told him I was, he was nice enough to tell me that the CID was here looking for me and that I had better run.
I tried making a few phone calls to a few friends of mine thinking that I could hitch a ride with them on their way out instead of getting into my car but none were around.
I decided I had to move and started making my way to my car. Once I got in the car, I decided to head to the other gate but what I didn't know was that there were a few CID cars there waiting. Once the gate opened they flashed me with their headlights and I knew it was now or never.
I didn't even stop. I did the opposite. I floored the car. I knew I only had a few minutes to get away, I needed to ditch the car within 10 minutes. They drove after me. Two, Three cars coming at me from different directions. All I knew was that I couldn't let them catch me. Not now...
For a minute I thought the Maserati was not moving but I realized that I was driving at 290 km/h and I had lost the CIDs. Wow! What a relief. I parked the car in a public car park and called my Egyptian PRO to come pick me up telling him it was an emergency and when I call him back in five minutes he is still at the office drinking tea. Another five minutes pass and he calls asking me what road to use. I tell him to forget it and call numerous people until I find a friend to collect me. When he comes to pick me up, he still has no clue what is happening, I hop into the car and lower the seat and tell him to go. I decided not to go back to the city that night and went to spend a night at a friend's house.
The next day I call my boss to ask for an emergency leave. I decided it was best not to go to wok for a while until things cool down. The following weeks I lived like a fugitive, watching my back,suspicious of every tinted car on the road. How did it come down to this that I had to live like this in my own country?
I had to just finish a few things off and had stopped for a moment to take a look outside my window when I noticed a few white Nissan patrols with dark tinted windows. A guy came in asking if I was Saeed Al- X and when I told him I was, he was nice enough to tell me that the CID was here looking for me and that I had better run.
I tried making a few phone calls to a few friends of mine thinking that I could hitch a ride with them on their way out instead of getting into my car but none were around.
I decided I had to move and started making my way to my car. Once I got in the car, I decided to head to the other gate but what I didn't know was that there were a few CID cars there waiting. Once the gate opened they flashed me with their headlights and I knew it was now or never.
I didn't even stop. I did the opposite. I floored the car. I knew I only had a few minutes to get away, I needed to ditch the car within 10 minutes. They drove after me. Two, Three cars coming at me from different directions. All I knew was that I couldn't let them catch me. Not now...
For a minute I thought the Maserati was not moving but I realized that I was driving at 290 km/h and I had lost the CIDs. Wow! What a relief. I parked the car in a public car park and called my Egyptian PRO to come pick me up telling him it was an emergency and when I call him back in five minutes he is still at the office drinking tea. Another five minutes pass and he calls asking me what road to use. I tell him to forget it and call numerous people until I find a friend to collect me. When he comes to pick me up, he still has no clue what is happening, I hop into the car and lower the seat and tell him to go. I decided not to go back to the city that night and went to spend a night at a friend's house.
The next day I call my boss to ask for an emergency leave. I decided it was best not to go to wok for a while until things cool down. The following weeks I lived like a fugitive, watching my back,suspicious of every tinted car on the road. How did it come down to this that I had to live like this in my own country?
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