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Chapter 37Khalid was way up on a ladder, his upper body literally plunged into the engine of an old airplane when a man ran toward him shouting, “Captain, Captain, I have a fax for you.” “Alright, Ahmed, I’ll be right down,” Khalid said, getting out of the confines of the aircraft. Ahmed waited until the captain was on the ground to hand him the one sheet of paper. “Thanks, Ahmed.” He read the words, uncomprehending. “When did this come in?” Khalid asked. “Right now, Captain. Right in the office, right now.” “Okay. You close the engine and lock the plane down.” “But, Captain, don’t you want to send an answer?” “If you could read English, Ahmed, I would have you send an answer. But since you wouldn’t understand what I want to say, I’ll write it down myself—from home.” Being in Bam