"Preferably,” mumbled the foreigner, leaning against the SUV covered in dust.
Shariq didn’t speak English, but his job was not to understand; his job was to take the man to different locations, like this abandoned old house in a deserted area.
The foreigner checked his watch and shook his head.
Another SUV appeared from behind the house. A man stepped down. They talked for a few seconds.
The foreigner came back, muttering, “The devil’s waiting.”
As they drove away, there was a huge explosion and pieces of the other SUV flew in all directions. Shariq thought “The devil’s at work.”