Airport Of Sicily (Italy)

We landed at the airport of Sicily. Several vans of the American Consulate were waiting for us, loaded already with weapons and equipment. We got in and were handed a tuna sandwich and some coffee.

"We located the Duke's tender thanks to a Chinese satellite." "Chinese?" I said surprised.

"Yeah, they're after this terrorist, too."

I watched the drizzle turn into a downpour through the tinted window of the van. We parked at the dock, where there was only one fishing ship anchored. The dock reminded me of Migdalia; she was a fishing fan and had loved fishing boats.