Arsalan has driven four hours away from Silia. Surrounded by no more than three men. The Prime Minister had agreed to his terms. They would meet in Bahoon, in an old house which used to belong to his grandfather. His conditions allowed bringing bodyguards who would be outside the building, far from their ears.
Arsalan threw a second scarf around his neck, digging his hands into the grey jacket his men picked for him. Majeed and his entourage were at the entrance when he arrived. The elder stepped out of his car to meet him, covered in simple native berets and coats that made him unnoticeable in public. As agreed, both men would be searched by the opposite group to ensure no foul play. Majeed gave up his coat, and so did Arsalan, but only briefly.
"Shall we?" Majeed said.
"After you,"
