“Good thinking,” said the Greek girl. “I’m analysing their descent trajectory right now, and...wait a moment. I’m doing some calculations.”
The others waited for what seemed an endless time, before their Greek colleague continued. “If they don't deviate from the course, their route should take them straight into Iraq.”
“Iraq?” cried the Armenian. “They’ve chosen a quiet place to disembark, that’s all I can say.”
“The Americans are in Iraq now,” sighed the retired grandfather, “but the situation there is still very complicated.”
“I can try calling them, “said the girl, confidently. “I’m in touch with an American general. Some time ago he asked me to do some research for him, or rather his organisation. He must be in charge of one of those classic US secret facilities, where the less one
