"I'm about ready to go when you say the word," he announced.
"How can you possibly be?" demanded Will. "You know nothing about what's needed."
"I know how to get into Charles Prince airport, I know they will be using a Cessna 172 because it's already been chartered and fuelled up ready to go, I know how to take it over, I know where to land it near the border where you must meet us, and I know what you have to do to help before we get there," responded Tiger. "All I don't know is when, and what the package will look like. I must rely on you to tell me that."
"Hell, you have been busy!" responded Will disbelievingly.
"It's my trade," replied Tiger. "There will be three of us, by the way."
"You and who else?" asked Will.
"Spider, who can climb anything and who will get us over the security fences and so on at the airport, and White-knuckles, who can fly anything with wings on," replied Tiger. "Ex-RAF, he is, and quite handy with cars, too, especially fast ones."
"So what's the plan?" asked Will.
"Secret," replied Tiger, "even to you. When you tell me the goods are moving, I'll tell you where to be and what to do. Our getaway vehicle is already in position. You'll be on your own."
"What if I don't get much notice that the diamonds are being shifted?"
"A couple of days would be nice," replied Tiger, "but three hours would just about be enough. Less than that and you've had it. There's no 'Plan B'."
"I'll see what I can do," promised Will, but he was talking to himself.