"Zahir, is that you?"
Khalid asked. He and his mate just got back from the airport to say goodbye to their sons. They were not worried, but as a parent, they made sure to see them off, even if the trip would be a day or two.
The young man in question removed his shades and smiled at the older man. Silver-green eyes, met whiskey-colored ones, the same shade of eyes just like his son.
"Uncle Khalid," Zahir greeted, he bowed and hugged him after. "It's good to see you again."
Khalid, patted his back before touching their foreheads, for a quick prayer. Once that was done, Zahir looked at Seraphina and kissed her checks.
"Your sister?" She asked.
The latter nodded and gave a deep sigh. "There are people after her. Some of our lieutenants were attacked five days ago. None of them died, but I'm afraid something will happen to her. I need to warn her."
"You just missed them. They are headed for Paris en route to Monaco."