The gloved man worked fast. He had less than ten minutes before they needed to arrive at the Newport dock, where the Sultan’s boat was; it was maybe a hundred feet from the parking lot where the van would park.

It would not do to get caught unloading a body from the van. The man hit the side of the van with his fist. A panel popped open several inches. He pried the rest of the panel open, and several pieces of wood appeared. The man pulled the boards out; he had measured the boards and only a few inches to work with, but he could wiggle the boards loose. The headliner of the van was missing, and the man loosened the straps holding the larger boards in place. He started assembling the box that would contain the Sultan’s prize.

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When the van stopped, the man was installing the remaining screws using an electric drill. He had approximately a minute to finish the job, as the van couldn’t be seen for long. He grabbed Jet’s limp body and carefully placed her in the box. If his calculations were correct, Jet would have only two inches of space to move around. Her mouth and hands were taped just in case she woke early. The man looked at his watch: twenty seconds remaining. Too close!