Although several clouds obstructed the sky, the Sultan still enjoyed his view out the window of his private jet. “
We will land in less than twenty minutes. Please ensure that everything is secure as we begin our descent. It will get bumpy. We will arrive in St. Pierre soon,” the captain said.
The Sultan’s satellite phone rang.
“Tout est prêt!” a man on the other end of the phone said.
Tout est prêt“Oui Monsieur. Non, merci!” the Sultan said in a perfect French accent.
Oui Monsieur. Non, merciThe Sultan smiled. Everything was in place.
Forty minutes later, the Sultan was taking in the bleak-looking countryside from the comfort of a limo. With any luck, he would be at the docks in another twenty to thirty minutes. From there, it was a ninety-minute boat ride to the island. He would so
