"Where are you now?"
"We are in international waters, around 100 nautical miles from Madagascar. We'll arrive in six hours by the latest! You can rest assured, we got rid of the Saudi Navy and the locators on the desalination platform have also been turned off. Nobody can find us now!" Zaid chuckled while trying to flatter the person on the line.
"That may not be the case," the person at the other end of the phone smiled, and said in a hoarse voice. "You should be careful. You know, if this deal fails, it's not as simple as a failed deal."
Zaid held his breath. He quietly swallowed and whispered.
"I know."
"As long as you know."
The phone was hung up.
Zaid spat on the ground and bolted the gun after the stuffed the phone back in his pocket, scaring the hostages in the cabin.
"Motherfu*kers, pay attention now, where is Bageri, that bastard!"
