by Sean Blaise
"Thank you, sir," Abdul replied quickly.
The meeting had proceeded painfully slowly after that. There had been mint tea, which Abdul hated, and typical Arab dates and dishes served while the host proceeded to explain in lengthy detail about the religious motivations for his every action in life. Apparently, this Sheikh considered himself quite the moral and attentive Muslim, which, no doubt, the dead man in the basement would disagree with.
The topic of conversation finally came around the point of the meeting. Some Russian tycoon named Alexi Popovich was planning a takeover of a rival oil company refinery in Yemen.
"An Arab oil company should never be owned by an infidel pig," the Sheikh shouted.
"Of course not,” Abdul said with a glaring lack of enthusiasm.
“Mr. Popovich is set to receive a case in Monaco; this case is extremely important to our cause. Do you understand?”
“What is it?”
“That is unimportant. I want you to go to Monaco and get the case before he does and kill the Russian. Your contact is Mr. Dubois,” the Sheikh said.
Abdul nodded. Seemed simple enough. Monaco sounded like fun, Abdul thought
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