TRAGEDY AUGUST 13 '98
SECTION 016
The experience at Deraliye is not just limited to exceptional food and drink.
The friendly and professional service of a well-trained restaurant staff is also a major attraction. They will be swift and come soon, if any customers call him.
Just press the bell on the table, and the servants will come to the table soon.
Outside the restaurant, a new Zaid appears. Get off the taxi with a thorny face, because the Emir made his mood chaotic upon arrival in Turkey.
He immediately rushed in and looked for the Emir's whereabouts.
In the corner of the restaurant, you can see the Emir chatting with someone. Zaid rushed to the table where the Emir was.
“Ah, that's it.” The Emir waved a hand seeing Zaid approaching him.
“Include yourself. He is Jon, the director and journalist who is working on a screenplay with me.”
Zaid just stared at the man sitting in front of the Emir.
“This is the man I told you about. He is a ghost Agent working secretly and secretly, with no one knowing his identity at all.”
Zaid stared intently at the Emir. God, is he stupid? How could he talk carelessly to civilians?
“Gosh, I've heard a lot about you from Emir.” Jon stood up and shook Zaid's hand. Closer to Zaid's ears, then whispered, “He's a deceiver, so, you have to be careful with him.”
Zaid just kept quiet didn't understand. He was annoyed coupled with the babble of the 2 people.
“Gosh, looks like I have to go first. I have to come on set. You can also be more free to chat.”
“Hey, Director Jon! Where you going? Why is it such a hurry?” exclaim Emir.
“Alright, see you next time.” Jon immediately left the private restaurant.
Slowly Zaid walked closer to the Emir. Holding his shoulder, then gripping it tightly. “Are you crazy? Are you playing me? Can you ...”
“Sit down first, Zaid. Take off your hand too. God, it hurts my shoulder. Let's talk carefully.”
Zaid finally sat down because the Emir was clear.
“You don't have to worry about your identity being exposed. He's a director who's not smart enough. I can't even believe people can seem to be directors and journalists.”
“He will never believe me, even if I tell him the truth. He assumed that I was just bragging.”
“Returned I said solemnly, but he still said that I was making up.”
The Emir sipped the pre-ordered iced coffee. “What do you want to order? Eaten? Drinkies? Just say!”
Zaid. “Already, I'm not hungry. What mission should I complete this time? Where is the Buddha statue or what is it?”
“Sstttt!!!! Don't be too hard!” Emir standing. Closing the door of a private room, so that no one can hear. Because the room is soundproof.
“Sial! What is it, as important as the statue is that the agency has to look for it?”
The Emir sat back. Take a tablet in his bag. “This is the location of the first Buddha Statue that has been found after tracking the location of the container truck. Located in Russia.”
The Emir gave the tablet to Zaid.
“Metal Entrepreneur, Viktor Bout? I think I know this guy. Isn't he an illegal arms dealer?”
“Ah, I also thought that you already knew that. Yes, you're right, it was at his house that the first Buddha Statue was. Metal Entrepreneurs are just a diversion.”