The intensity of the rain gradually grew, soon threatening to become a torrential downpour.
Raindrops battered the glass, the world outside appeared shrouded in mist, blurred and indistinct, rendering the world hazy.
"Miss Shen, the place that Prince Hilal spoke of is just ahead," the Head Bodyguard in the front seat said, "It's a cafe. I've checked it out thoroughly; it's just an ordinary coffee shop, and the owner is a regular German businessman. I have set up a defensive perimeter outside, not even a fly could get in."
In the public domain, where it's safest, it's also the most dangerous.
Yet, every precaution had been taken, from the clerks to the owner: all replaced by one's own people.
"I'm afraid we might not make it to the cafe," Shen Li murmured softly, her eyes fixed on the world outside the window.
The hazy mist lent the streets of Dubai an ethereal, foggy veneer.
