Chapter 237 - Nico

Taxing over to the private airfield customs line, we gathered our stuff and waited for the plane to come to a complete standstill. The guys were all good to go: their gazes focused with that relaxed tension in their bodies.

We were a small, well-trained strike team. We just had to tell customs we were here for a vacation so we could start on our mission. Easy peasy.

The co-pilot came out of the cockpit. "We've been cleared to disembark. Thanks for choosing Elite Air for your private travel needs. Enjoy your stay in Italy, gentlemen." He shook each of our hands as we deplaned.

They had quality service. But nothing could compare to using family or family resources for what we were about to take on. I just needed to make sure we had a plane available. Puddle jumping back and forth from Croatia to Italy too often would raise too many red flags.

I made a mental note to call Turo. We had a shit ton of logistics to figure out. And if there was ever a planner in our family, it was