Kastelorizo, 23/4/2010
George Jeffrey Papandreou took his place behind the multitude of microphones that were set up in front of him. He was all smiles while the calm sea behind him filled the TVs frame in the best possible way. He felt his throat strangely closed and reached for the glass of water. Before he could get it to his mouth, he started convulsing and choking. The assembled crowd let out an exclamation of surprise and fear as they saw the prime minister foaming at the mouth and seconds later fall from the wooden platform that had been set up especially for the speech.
His security men surrounded him, forming a cordon. His personal doctor started running towards the platform. George Jeffrey Papandreou clutched his throat in a desperate attempt to breathe, but the purple color that had already spread across his face and his eyes wide with terror showed that he was not succeeding. A minute later, the convulsions stopped and his body assumed an unnatural position. The prime minister of the country was dead.
First Cemetery of Athens, A Few Days Before
The black-clad woman with the scarf in her hair was walking down the narrow corridor, looking carefully around to see if anyone could see her. She reached out of the hall, took one last careful look behind her, and opened the door. It was a room next to the church, which, because of the late hour, was empty. Inside there were only bare walls and a table, on which a coffin was placed. She pulled the scarf off her head and let her blonde hair fall free.
After a few minutes and while the blonde woman was lighting some candles that she had taken out of her bag, the door opened. "Good evening, Demetra," the dark figure entered in a low voice and lowered his hood. "Good evening, Kostas," the woman replied and added: "No names are needed. And, besides, for what we're about to do, I think it's better to call me the Green Witch." The 'Uncle Baby' as he was once called agreed with a nod of his head and opened the backpack he was carrying. "I brought everything you asked for," she said, and took a tape recorder, a turtleneck, and a watch out of the bag.
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