The copters swooped in, landed, the rotors came to a halt and the occupants stepped from the cockpits. The Arab ground crew came running up to take over.
Preceded by Hélène Desage, the two men made their way toward the main office. Even at this distance there seemed to be an aggressive lift to the girl's walk.
"Oh, oh, my friend," Pierre said. "I am afraid Mademoiselle Desage is unhappy about something."
Johnny groaned. "I think you're right. But smile, Reuben, smile. You heard the city slicker's orders. Handle her with all the care of a new-born heifer."
Hélène Desage stormed through the door and glared at Johnny McCord. "Do you realize what your men are doing?"
"I thought I did," Johnny said placatingly.
Derek and Mohammed Mohmoud entered behind her. Derek winked at Johnny McCord and made a beeline for the refrigerator. "Beer, everybody?" he said.
Mohammed Mohmoud said, "A soft drink for me, if you please, Mr. Mason."
Derek said, "Sorry, I forgot. Beer, Miss Desage?"
She turned and glared at him. "You did nothing whatsoever to prevent them!"