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On the way back from her escapades in Croatia, Sabine stopped over in Turkey to meet another client. As she was leaving the plane, 2 large uniformed security guards asked to see her passport. She turned it over and lit a cigarette, scanning the area. The other uniformed stood directly behind her, so her escape path was blocked. Suddenly the man behind her grabbed her arm and they escorted her to a nearby conference room. The door opened and she was escorted in. The room was dimly lit and smokey. An older woman in large fur coat and hat stood at the end of the table, while a shorter man with buzzcut and dark glasses took her passport from the security guards who now blocked the door. He inspected her passport for a moment then the older woman in the fur coat spoke as she exhaled a thick stream of foul smelling turkish cigarette smoke..."You have business in Croatia this weekend? The yacht you sank and the man you disposed of was a member of a Turkish crime family. He had something on the yacht that my government would like returned. Perhaps you went through the wreckage and found something?" Sabine took a drag on her cigarette and replied "I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Can I leave now?" The older woman smiled and took a long pull on her cigarette. She exhaled and gave a slight nod of her head "We'll talk later, you and I along..." and she turned. Sabine started to speak when a strong arm came around her waist and a chloroform soaked handkerchief was pushed over her face...

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On the way back from her escapades in Croatia, Sabine stopped over in Turkey to meet another client. As she was leaving the plane, 2 large uniformed security guards asked to see her passport. She turned it over and lit a cigarette, scanning the area. The other uniformed stood directly behind her, so her escape path was blocked. Suddenly the man behind her grabbed her arm and they escorted her to a nearby conference room. The door opened and she was escorted in. The room was dimly lit and smokey. An older woman in large fur coat and hat stood at the end of the table, while a shorter man with buzzcut and dark glasses took her passport from the security guards who now blocked the door. He inspected her passport for a moment then the older woman in the fur coat spoke as she exhaled a thick stream of foul smelling turkish cigarette smoke..."You have business in Croatia this weekend? The yacht you sank and the man you disposed of was a member of a Turkish crime family. He had something on the yacht that my government would like returned. Perhaps you went through the wreckage and found something?" Sabine took a drag on her cigarette and replied "I don't know what the hell you're talking about. Can I leave now?" The older woman smiled and took a long pull on her cigarette. She exhaled and gave a slight nod of her head "We'll talk later, you and I along..." and she turned. Sabine started to speak when a strong arm came around her waist and a chloroform soaked handkerchief was pushed over her face...