DAR, 1982
Rayhan pulled out his g*n and surged into the marquee. His eyes widen while his mouth dropped open.
Five guns were pointed at his face. His eyes were on the wooden box on the ground. It was full of war rifles.
Christos raised his hand. “He’s with me.”
The men withdrew their guns, signaling Rayhan to leave the marquee. Rayhan walked out.
After two hours, Christos came out. He waved goodbye to the Arabic men. Rayhan followed him and Zander to the car.
“Are you dealing with arms trafficking?” Rayhan said after Zander drove away.
“There you are again.” Christos gasped. “Judging a day by its weather.”
“I saw the rifles.”
“The problem is you take it for granted you know the whole story. You judge a book by its cover and read what you want between selected lines.”
Rayhan raise
