Not only did he have his own men posted on the roads in both directions, but he also enjoyed the protection of several local warlords. In addition, the beach had been mined with antipersonnel devices and the entire house had been constructed with reinforced concrete and steel to protect against any of the remote-controlled Predator Drone attacks the cowardly Americans were so fond of. The transaction was nearly complete.īecause of his particular predilections, Mohammed preferred to live at the beachside villa alone, but that didn’t mean he was lax when it came to security. There was no telling how much havoc the storm might wreak on satellite communications, and he had a few last elements to put in place. A bit fatigued from his illness and his recent trip to Morocco, Mohammed leaned against one of the stone balustrades and listened to the roar of the Indian Ocean crashing against the beach below.Īfter a few more minutes of salt air against his skin, Mohammed returned inside. It was darker than normal for this time of evening-the clouds of an approaching storm having hidden the stars overhead. Once Mohammed had finished bathing, he brewed himself another glass of tea and stepped out onto the terrace. Maybe not as exquisite as the European or Arab boys he was accustomed to, but one made do with what one had at hand. Mohammed bin Mohammed tucked a handful of local currency into the front of the boy’s pants note by note and then sent him on his way back to the madrassa.
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