Loomis, Steven, IC3

I will now relate the incident of the Prince and the wronged boys.

It came about like this, there was a Swedish Amarican guy in one of the compounds, his name I have forgotten, but he had two daughters and a son I think. The eldest daughter was a very nice girl, not too good looking, but certainly not a 'dog', to use the American vernacular for a real ugly.

This girl, Rhonda by name, was somehow introduced to a certain Prince Bandar. He in turn, took a deep liking for, and had a great attachment to Rhonda, so it seems. So much so that he spent quite large sums of money buying her lots of very expensive jewellry. She showed me a watch made from a solid gold American Eagle one day, hand made into a wrist watch by craftsmen in Switzerland she told me. She could be witnessed showing off her trophies to any and all who would listen.

Don't get me wrong, for all her showiness, she was a lovely natured and exceptionally pleasant person. One of the prime rules however was spelled out to all by the company, do not fraternise with the Saudi's, first and foremost they could be getting themselves into serious hot water with their own authorities and in particular with the religious establishment, a very, very conservative organisation.

Anyway, she chose to ignore the well meant advice, and went ahead with the liason, or should I say affair with this well to do Saudi chap.I don't doubt she had deep feelings for the guy, I would not like to think she was simply gold digging.

After some time, she fell to the inevitable, she became pregnant. The news no doubt struck her family very hard, so much so, that her father insisted she travel back to the States, with the object of terminating the pregnancy. She followed her fathers instructions to the letter, and subsequently the termination went ahead.

After weeks of correspondence by letter and telephone, the Saudi guy became aware of the terrible news that his child had been erased, murdered he called it. He was understandably enraged at this fact and appeared to have lost the plot over the termination. Of course she had told him that her father had insisted upon the course of action taken, thereby shifting the blame. Saudi girls do exactly as daddy tells them to do, so I supposed the Prince believed the same of American girls. So the father became the hated enemy that the Prince would seek revenge on.

Up until a few weeks prior to these events taking place, the father had been residing in Kheriji compound, as a single man, but immediately his family had arrived in the kingdom, the company moved him and his family into another compound.

In his rage the Saudi, who it appeared only was aware of the place where the Swede had lived before, came banging on the door of the apartment some time after midnight. The new occupant of the apartment, knowing nothing about the liason between the the girl and the Prince, came to the door and denied all knowledge of the new whereabouts of the father of the absent girl. This chap, a Brit, Chris Williams by name, suddenly found himself not only staring down the barrel of a pistol, but being ordered, along with his flatmate, an American, and also ignorant of the facts, to get down the stairs to the waiting car that the Prince had arrived at the compound in. As luck would have it, with all the shouting and ruckus going on, the gate guard, a local chap, famous to us all because he had six toes on each foot, had clocked the number of the car, and as soon as it had left the compound, he contacted the police to report the incident.

Had I, or any intelligent sort of chap, been doing the abducting, we would doubtless have brought the abductees back, but only so far, then left them to make their own way home from a distance. Not our Prince, Oh! no he had to do the right thing and dump them right outside the apartment door. Whereupon the police, who had been in the compound asking questions, neatly nabbed him. This was after some hours during which period the Prince had been driving like a maniac all over the desert issuing threats against the lives of the two who were taken, unless they of course divulged the location of the girls father. As his temper abated, and no doubt as he tired of issuing threats with little positive response, he called the thing off. Later the prince was charged with attemped murder and kidnapping but subsequently the charges were dropped and he escaped any form of censure.

I am not sure if it is the same Prince Bandar, but of recent times a Prince of that name has been the Saudi Ambassador to the USA, Bandar is a fairly common name in the middle east, so perhaps it was a different prince. At the end of it all, the Swedish-American guy, did a runner, by the usual means, he went on vacation and did not return. His family were only able to leave after protracted negotiations with the authorities I believe.

Many persons left the kingdom under a cloud, or at least clouds gathered after they had left, which meant messages being sent out of country informing them their presence was no longer required.

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I will fill in some missing bits at a later date. But for now... it was the same Prince Bandar that became the Ambassador. Chris Williams was an employee of mine. I hired him as my graphic artist and assistant. Our first meeting is a rather good story also. So is the ending of this one that John Morgan could not have known about.