Merlin asked, " Can we really get in? Port security is usually very strict."

"Don't worry, I have a plan," Charlie grinned. "Still, let's get to our room first. We should have a bird's eye view of the port since it's on the top floor."

With that, they checked in, received their room cards, and headed up to the 22nd floor of the hotel. Charlie also made sure to get two different rooms—one in the southern end, and the other to the north, with the north having the panoramic view of the entire port they wanted.

Even from the living area of the northern room, the two of them could see the entire port of Casablanca from the window pane. Merlin himself immediately spotted the rail tracks to the south, and there were at least twenty.

He looked east along the railway line and said, "As far as I know, Casablanca is the economic life vein of Morocco—most of the phosphate mined is moved here on the rail tracks before being shipped from here to the rest of the world. Duca Mines is no exceptio