All those who went out have returned, and when everyone was gathered, Yarebin shouted: "We're going to Dammam. There are weapons in the closet. After taking enough ammunition, we'll set off."
Tarta raised his hand and shouted: "Request to ask a question, Captain."
"Permission granted."
"Why Dammam?"
"Because the target will be sent to Dammam, not Riyadh. If we wait in Riyadh, we'll find ourselves empty-handed."
"Can you explain in detail, Captain? I'm just a bit curious."
Yarebin laughed: "Although we're not very familiar with the current political ecology of Saudi Arabia, some things don't change over time. For example, Riyadh is the stronghold of the already deceased Prince Suharitan. Suharitan is dead, but his influence remains, the struggle continues. If Sayyif really did assassinate Suharitan, then these aren't issues. He'll sweep away Suharitan's remnants by sheer force, winning ultimately doesn't bother him, but..."
