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Chapter 4 The CIA--Dwight & Phil “Mr. Twilly.” Dwight Twilly looked up to see Stan Garcia gazing down at him. Stan, wearing a brown suit and a benign smile, held out a slim manila folder. “Did you see this?” “Morning sir,” said Dwight. He opened the file and glanced at it, scanning the words quickly. ‘Assassination in Iraq. Suspected Terrorist shot by unknown assailant.’ His eyes rose over the paper to his boss, who stood waiting, sipping from a Starbuck’s coffee cup. Stan always bought a Cap...

Chapter 3 The Getaway--Murphy’s Law Aden stepped out into the hallway and froze at the sound of footsteps pounding up the stairs. His pulse raced. How many? And how did they find him so fast? The pounding feet were louder. They were almost at his floor. He turned toward the opposite stairwell but knew he didn’t have time. They’d hear him just like he was hearing them and after 9-11 the last thing he’d ever let happen was to be trapped in another stairwell. Aden pulled his Tokarev 9mm pistol o...

Chapter 2 Talal and Jamal Go Hunting Talal Hazziri watched Mostaqa al-Amad walk from the Mosque and begin inflaming the crowd. He caught his brother Jamal’s eye and rolled his own. Jamal winked at him and smiled, and for a second the cloud hovering about Talal lifted. He still felt unclean about helping to mutilate and burn the American Marine’s body last week, but Mostaqa had insisted the Quran favored such abuse to the bodies of invaders. Talal wasn’t certain, having never read the Quran. H...

Chapter 1 Fallujah, Iraq The American came to Fallujah to kill a man. Unarmed, he walked the dusty streets for two days dodging American patrols and Iraqi militia gangs, checking one mosque after another. American jets bombed a militia strongpoint at the other end of town and the shockwave blew grit in his eyes, even from so far away. Battle scarred date palms and olive trees shuddered at the blast. Small arms fire crackled at a helicopter launching rockets in support of some marines and blac...