The Hacker Who Becomes a Mafia-Consultant in the Caribbean After a Diamond Coup in Bangkok

by Stieve Adams

in the world. Suddenly the back part fell down and I was falling backwards. Camels have no understanding to make it comfortable for their riders. Unlike horses and dogs trying to be humans, the camels are very reluctant to fulfill their duty to humans. For example, say that a camel that leads a camel race can lay down and rest a few hundred meters from goal.

  More about this, I took off my clothes, that is, bed linen, and put me waiting for the bus. It was still night but I realized that when the dawn came, there would probably be a bus. And very well, after a while a vehicle stopped, the door opened and I was invited to take a seat. There was an error on the vehicle, it was not the regular bus but a white air-conditioned jeep belonging to mine, or rather Jens, Arab friends.

  "Sorry, Jones loses," said my friend, Shejk Mohammed, "I must insist that you come along." It was not worth the trouble to try to deny, I take the most dutiful place in the back seat of the jeep.

  "I have nothing wrong with you," continues the shek, "but because I promised Jens to delay you for a few days, I will also do this. Since you have helped from outside, I'm going to take you to a safer place in Dubai. "

    In Bur Dubai, as one of the neighborhoods is called, the souks lie as they call their bazaars, but also the shejk's divan. It sounds relaxing, but it is a castle-like building that is effectively locked away from the surroundings.

  27. Sharjah

  I spent two lazy days in Shejk's divan. The shejk was nice and, as I said, had nothing wrong with me. We started talking computers, he was childishly fond of technology, he knew as much about me about the latest developments.

  We discussed PC, Mac, Network, Smart Phones and much more. I received an in-depth account of the needs of this shejk. He wanted an independent network for his department. After a few faxes with my headquarters, I presented a quote of several thousand pounds. It could be a lot more if we showed that we could deliver quickly and efficiently. My trump card was that I could promise installation and education. The hardware itself could probably buy cheaper directly from Japan or Taiwan.

  I had some problems with the head office at home in Scotland. Having been stationed in the Caribbean, I had requested a transfer to Singapore where I had not done any business at all. Without warning, I start faxing from Dubai, only on the third day, The shejk let me talk on the phone with Scotland. My explanations for my escapades were quite long. To give them the story of the treasure in the Caribbean was not possible, I would not believe it if someone else told it.

  On the third day, I had a good hope of a big deal with the shek, and with that in my back I would probably get the forgiveness of the sins of the headquarters. On the third day, I was simply released from the divan and started walking into the souk in Bur Dubai to find a taxi that could take me to Sharjah.

  I walked in the wrong direction, on these narrow streets and the alleys were no cars. I watched a pair of jeans and a watch before I came down to the creek that separates north and south of Dubai. The contrasts are great here in the oil's engaged country. Just 30 years ago there was pearl fishing and some trade of dates and tea that was the supply of the few thousand inhabitants. Even before, it was called the pirate coast. The Emirs hijacked ships who took shelter in Arabian Gulf, also known as the Persian Gulf if they were not Arab. The Emirates also did not agree, which meant that landing on this coast was an adventure.

  The contrast between old and new eyes clearly has in the creek, here are the old-fashioned dhows that are used for coastal shipping and the small monkey boats. A boar boat consists of a large diesel engine, a deck with seating and a roof like sun protection and acts like a bus on the water. I took a boat ride, paid 50 fils, and was a few minutes later on the Deiraside near the Deira Tower. There were yellow taxis with taximeters, I sat in one and half past five at my hotel in Sharjah.

  The porter was happy to see me, he claimed he was worried. If nothing else, he was worried if I would come back and pay the bill or not. He was somewhat calm because I was a wanted person. There were a lot of high-end phones in my compartment. I brought my whole pile up and walked up in my room.

  It turned out that Valerie had been there and met Maria, which made me calm. The search for Jens was in full swing. Maria had left a phone number, telling her that Valerie shaded Jens and that he lived at the Lou Loa Beach hotel. That's why Maria had said that I would get into that hotel.

  The fact that Jens remained in the Emirates was a surprise, he should be in the Caribbean at this time and look for treasures. We decided to reconnaissance the situation at Lou Loa. It turned out to be a two-storey hotel by the beach. There were tourists from Scandinavia, Germany and Russia who sunbathed, ate and enjoyed themselves. Here, Jens could live without deviating from the crowd. The question was why?

  However, I booked in and got a room facing the pool and the sea. Valerie was not here, she probably shaded Jens on some excursion. Maria and I connected with the evening buffet dinner served in the garden next to the pool and the sea. After soup, salad, three hot dishes and ten desserts I was quite satisfied.

  "How did the cat get you into a bedouin camp?" I asked the beautiful Maria. As usual, she dressed in a long colorful dress that exquisitely emphasizes her slim well-animated figure. Well, the thing was that even the Mexicans had some feelings among the shekels. That Jens Sheikh friends had taken a white man to the Bedouin camp was widely known. But it was only Maria who had put together a and b and got it to three, that is, me. Therefore, she had done a rescue operation that almost succeeded. But she had been in a hurry, so she abandoned me in the desert along with a camel.

  But they would not have been worried for my sake. I had disappeared for three days. Nevertheless, it was also widely known that I was picked up and put in a kind of house arrest by the friend Shejk Mohammed bin Sheikh Ali Al Suwaidi.

   Right after the coffee, Valerie and the elite came in the tension after the famous treasure was collected.

  "Hello dear Scot!" She exclaimed and threw herself on my throat. It was her usual way to greet her friends, I had come to terms with. At first I thought it was only me who was her love now I knew she had many darling.

  Of course, it would be easy for her to get a visa to UAE when she was home in Kitts. I had felt alone, it felt safe to have colleagues.

  "And why is Maria here?" Valerie asked something frosty. It does not seem like girls are talking about each other, Maria from Mexico and Valerie from St. Kitts.

  "Yes, a good question," I think.

  "I'm here to guard my interests," says Maria

  "Do you have a company here with someone from home?", Is my next question.

  "Well, here are some Mexican boys too," is the answer. That's my acquaintances from the corporation and not the police.

  "Oops, I have to hide them from them while I keep an eye on Jens," I feel worried.

  "No, no danger," says Maria, "they go home tomorrow and let me take care of the local contacts. They are actually here in completely different business. Purchase of various sensitive goods from this free trade area. The deal has been completed and I'm just going to make sure everything is flap. "

  Apparently there were completely legal electronics gadgets they provided here. These Mexican businessmen not only acted with cricket and weapons, they did business with everything possible. However, they left a representative, Maria, indicating that they did not trust fully in the broker who handled the practical details. Now she could more or less devote herself to the mystery of Jens.

  Valerie had a look at Jens, she did not think she was discovered, she was good at this, she said. We looked wondering at her but she continued to tell us that Jens had been in the local souk and traded. It was clear that Jens was waiting for something. And we waited for Jens to do something. We discussed whether we would contact him, but rejected the proposal because he clearly showed that he was not interested in our company. And why would he be?

  We decided to keep watch, the question was how. The simple solution was to let the night porter take care of this. He woul
d earn an extra penny if he woke us up when Jens appeared.

  Maria and Valerie thoughtfully shared a room facing the street. I had almost looked forward to a nice night with Valerie, or possibly with Maria. But even though they did not like each other, they choked about everything possible and impossible. At midnight, the entertainment ended in the restaurant, two beautiful girls from the Philippines who sang beautiful evergreens. Then it was time to lay down.

  For some reason, I wake up at dawn and look out over Arabian golf. It's a fun morning and I see several tankers, some low in the water and heading north with crude oil through the narrow Hormoz Strait to Europe and America. Others float like cork and are coming in to load.

  But there are also smaller boats, including a pair of tugs and an Arabian boat. There is an Arab in its white screw at the front and there are also some gray-haired people who take care of the boat. The Arabian boat is picking up something out of the water, it does not look like fish but rather as a human being. It looks like Jens! And the boat hurts and seems to approach one of the tugs. Who looks suspiciously familiar. Really, is not the tugboat from Singapore located in the Middle East.

  I'm getting under my butt, wearing sneakers, shorts and a t-shirt at great speed. I can not run the long road without