Shakil and Wabu were exhausted by the time they reached the airfield where Oemar had done his training. They had driven straight through, taking turns at the wheel. The drone was dismantled and stored in the rear of the large van. There was barely enough room left for a single mattress which Shakil quickly claimed, much to Wabu’s chagrin.
“Why do you get to sleep first?” Wabu complained.
“I did most of the driving,” Shakil retorted. “Oemar can drive the first four-hour shift, then I’ll take over while you sleep.”
“I don’t see what the hurry is to get back so quickly,” Wabu grumbled.
Shakil glared at him. “Those are Akmal’s orders. If you don’t like it, why don’t you phone him and tell him?”
Oemar took his position in the driver’s seat. “I hope you two aren’t going to be fighting like
