CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The Airbus A320 landed safely and headed towards the designated area.
It was the six o’clock flight from Tunisia.
The sound of turbines powering down filled the plane as they came to a final stop far from the terminal building. Outside baggage trucks and the mobile stairs moved forwards to get the passengers off as quickly as possible. Two buses came to a halt just short of the stairs, waiting to carry the two-hundred people safely to the terminal.
Stepping out of the plane, Aamir looked around for a second. Taking in the warmth of the sun and the view of the surrounding landscape. As he made his way down the stairs, he switched on his cell phone and typed a quick message. Hi mom, got here, OK.
He pressed send then switched off the phone completely. Aamir made his way
