Pete Hall brought the Agusta down as instructed by Southampton Airport and they were met on the apron by two BMWs belonging to Harper MacLaine Security. Pete killed the engines and the rotors slowly lost their momentum. As the party began to disembark the drivers of the BMWs opened the tailgates in readiness and moved to help with the equipment.
One of the Harper MacLaine men was six foot four inches and had the same broad, muscular build as Rob, at first glance the two could have been taken for brothers.
“Hey, Big Al!” Rob greeted the man with a firm handshake and a quick bear hug.
“Rob, good to see you, been a while,” Alan Brodie replied with the soft Scottish accent of West Perthshire.
“Yeah, must be all of three years.”
“The joys of modern technology and working from home, Rob.”
