The plane landed at Riyadh Airport, and this time Yarebin and the others needed to go through customs with their passports.
Yarebin took out an American passport and, after casually chatting with the customs officer, quickly left the airport.
A thirty-something Arab man was holding a sign that said "P.D. Evans." Yarebin approached him with a smile and said, "Hello, I am Evans."
"Mr. Evans, hello, please follow me."
After Yarebin and his group were escorted to a minibus, the Arab man left. Besides the driver, there was a man of Indian-Pakistani descent in his forties in the bus.
"Mr. Evans, my name is Ansari. I will assist you with your operations in Riyadh. Let me see you to your accommodation. If you need any equipment, please let me know now. Your people are due to land in four hours, and you should meet them in five hours. Any other questions?"
Glewatov handed over a piece of paper and said solemnly, "How long will it take to prepare these?"
