“Just like sneaking inside a protected part of a museum” I say.
“Uhm… right” replies Danny.
Kit raises his eyes from the passports. “We have to put the photos and they will be perfect. Your plane is a tourist charter, you will meddle with European tourists returning from their vacations on the island. There is high chance that nobody will check you at the Galileo Galilei Airport in Pisa. And with Chance among you, that probability is a certainty…”
“Ok, I go to put my civvies on” I say. Is civvies a true word? Who knows? Who cares? In a few hours I will finally spoke Italian after more than a year.
