"I dislike spicy food, food that are too slimy, and food that are uninteresting." Se replied to Mike absentmindedly.

She could not stifle her laughter when he expressed his doubts about the mission though. "You can leave that one to me, so trust me on this. The name is all I need."

Now they have to go through all the rigmarole of registering themselves to the assignment, and she had to book a flight to South Africa. The Tikoloshe was of Zulu origins, thus the most probable place was KwaZulu-Natal.

"Meet me back at my place alright? Pack lightly, bring only what you need." Amellia smiled. "I'll cook. Consider yourself lucky to be able to taste an innocent girl's home made cooking."

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Well, all her preparations are done. If all goes as planned, she'd be done with the mission in 2 days at most. A small bag was all she needed for this trip, containing only a few change of clothes and all the essential things that she would need.

The last thing she had done tonight was book them a flight there and cooked up a hearty meal, now concealed under those silver dome shaped cover thing she had never really learned the name of. Amellia sat down on one of the chairs, humming cheerfully as she waited for Mike to come. [i]But what if he doesn't come?[/i] She stopped for a moment at that thought, but shoot her head and resumed humming.

He will come.

He will come or she'd be royally pissed at him tomorrow.