"From Frankfurt to South Africa," Vera replied. "That's almost a five-thousand-mile flight."

Pausing, she then added, "However, the plane suddenly flashed its distress signal and landed in Lagos, claiming there was smoke in the cargo hold. It took flight again once the safety crew made sure there weren't any other potential hazards."

Charlie frowned. "Lagos… why does that ring a bell?"

"You've been there?" Vera asked in curiosity.

"No… But I just seem to have heard it somewhere before…"

Charlie shrugged, musing to himself for a moment before realizing with a start. "Oh, I remember now—it's the Far East International Express! Before you were attacked, I traced the Qing Eliminating Society to them, and I was keeping an eye on a 777 that flew from Lagos to Sweden. They must have been transporting the Armed Cavalry Guards meant to capture you!"

Vera nodded. "That means the Qing Eliminating Society most likely has a safehouse in Nigeria!"

Still, Charlie frowned. "Indeed, and this fli