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A series of murders sweeping through the country. There's no link between them, the police have given up finding the root for it.
Sultan Ibrahim tasks his carefree and unmotivated son to solve the case...
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When Umair reached the restaurant, the sun was about to reach its zenith. He listened as Sinan reported everything and nodded in approval.
"Find a way to separate the two. I'll be going in now. Ensure no citizens are nearby." With these curt words, he made his way into the private room where Ibn Hubaish and Almaas were waiting.
Umair entered to find the two men talking gently while sampling the appetizers.
"Apologies for the inconvenience. I hope I didn't make you wait too long," he said after greeting them with a salam.
The two men stood up and shook his hands.
"No, we came without prior notice. Much appreciated for chief to return to swiftly. We've troubled you," Almaas responded with a mild smile.
"We didn't mind waiting," Ibn Hubaish added. "We're the ones asking for a favour after all."
"Right," Umair took a sit opposite. The sun was shining onto the table. Ibn Hubaish moved some of the glasses half-filled with water to the edge of the table. The rays of the sun reflected off the edge of the glass and created colourful arrays on the wooden table.
"My second had mentioned it briefly, but if I could trouble you to clarify."
Almaas nodded and began to speak about the mutated plant Abdullah bin Laith created, and their reasons for wanting the research data.
"I see," Umair placed a hand on his chin. "That's an incredible initiative. We wish you success. I will have a staff help you retrieve them. There's quite a lot of data we acquired from his flat and we're not versed enough to give you what you want exactly," he added with a hint of embarrassment. "If Mr. Almaas goes with them..."
"Shukran." Almaas said, standing up. He looked at the professor seeking permission.
