Natasha nervously entered Aaron's office, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Master Zakhrov, I need to talk to you about Saladin," she said.
Aaron raised an eyebrow, intrigued.
Natasha sat down, and looked at her hands, collecting her thoughts.
"When I was in the CIA, my first assignment was to infiltrate the harem of a Libyan warlord, and assassinate him," she began.
Aaron nodded, listening intently.
"The mission failed. The Libyan civil war did the job for me, and I was stuck with no way out. It was Saladin that facilitated my safe return to the US, and not the CIA who disavowed me and left me to die as collateral damage," she said.
"Saladin is this warlord's heir I take it?" asked Aaron,
"Yes sir, but he's also smart. He was only 17 at the time, and was able to save me because he had already got a military following," said Natasha.
"So, what you're telling me, is that I can trust Saladin, and I should back his idea to bring nuclear energy to Libya," said Aaron.
