A Low-Key Luxurious Trip

Youssef froze for a moment in shock. “Can I contact my wife first?” he asked.

Huzeyfa shook his head. “You can talk to her on the way to our destination. But we have a schedule to keep, so please exit your vehicle and board the shuttle,” he repeated.

Youssef, still lost in disbelief, could only get out of his car and follow the guard to the waiting shuttle. To him, it seemed that the gullwing door and ramp were a toothless maw, waiting to swallow him into the blackness within the shuttle. Of course, that was just his thoughts; the only reason the interior of the shuttle seemed dark was because it was one o’ clock in the afternoon in Saudi Arabia and the contrast between the dim interior of the shuttle and the bright, sunny day outside made it appear darker.