There were also orange patates, Maltese vegetables scorched in vin de pêche, and bourbon profiteroles for dessert. Never had the DUS-7’s galley smelled so good. The rusty old freighter was passing off the southern tip of Sri Lanka, heading west through heavy fog. Already halfway across the Indian Ocean, its destination was the Port of Aden. Team Whiskey’s job was complete, and now they were heading home. What would happen to them when they reached Yemen was anyone’s guess. They’d have some money to spend, soon at least $20,000 each. But after that was gone, who knew? A return to their jobs at the secret Saudi super-mall was a gloomy possibility. But this was a time for celebration. Sitting around the mess table now were the five team members plus Mark Conley, the representative from Kilos Shipping. Conley had flown aboard the DUS-7 in one of the company’s luxurious helicopters just before sundown. He’d arrived with the makings of the feast, along with Mikos Kilos’s personal chef.
