CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
Cruising comfortably at nine thousand meters. The skies around them were clear and dark as the jet flew high above the clouds. Cooper was on his third bottle of spring water to keep the muscle spasms at bay. These transcontinental flights were murder on his fragile body. The fact that they were on a top-of-the-line private airliner made no difference. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They only had a few hours left in their journey and then they would be safely on the ground at Lanseria International.
“Have you ever been to the continent before?”
He glanced to see one of Hunnisett’s chosen operatives, a Ugandan Brit by the name of Kayode, smiling back at him. This group the director had selected was a testament to the former British hegemony. Osman was an Ar
