asked.
Shakir pondered this. A pair of drivers had remained on thedune, unwilling to engage in the footrace after all theyâd been through. And then there were the two others whose vehicles had collided. âHave them walk back to the prior checkpoint.â
âWalk?â Hassan replied in shock. âBut itâs thirty miles from here.â
âThen theyâd better get started,â Shakir said.
âThereâs nothing between here and the checkpoint but sand. Theyâll die in the desert,â Hassan replied.
âProbably,â Shakir admitted. âBut if they survive, theyâll have learned a valuable lesson and I may reconsider and deem them worthy of enlistment.â
Hassan was Shakirâs closest adviser, an old ally from his Secret Service days. On rare occasions, Shakir allowed his old friend to influence his decisions, but not today. âDo as Iâve instructed.â
Hassan picked up a radio and made the call. A host of Shakirâs black-clad warriors swooped in to direct the laggards on a journey that would most likely kill them. In the meantime, driver number four got up and staggered across the finish line.
Hassan offered him water.
âNo,â Shakir snapped. âHe is to walk also.â
âBut he almost won,â Hassan said.
âAnd yet he quit so close to the finish line,â Shakir said. âA trait I cannot stomach in any of my people. He walks with the others. And if I learn that anyone has helped him, it would be better for that person to kill himself rather than suffer what I will inflict on him.â
Driver number four looked at Shakir in disbelief, but instead of fear, a defiant glare appeared in his eyes.
Shakir actually appreciated the anger in that stare and for an instant considered revoking his order before deciding that it must stand. âThe hike begins now,â Shakir said.
Number four shook loose from Hassanâs grip, turned without a word and began the arduous hike without looking back.
As he walked off, Shakir read a communiqué handed to him by an aide. âThis is bad news.â
âWhatâs happened?â Hassan asked eagerly.
âAmmon Ta is confirmed dead,â Shakir said. âHe was killed by two Americans before he could get to the Italian doctor.â
âAmericans?â
Shakir nodded. âMembers of the organization called NUMA, it seems.â
âNUMA,â Hassan repeated.
Each of them spoke the acronym with disdain. Theyâd been in the intelligence business long enough to have heard rumors of the exploits this American agency had undertaken. They were supposed to be oceanographers and such.
âThis canât be a good thing,â Hassan added. âYou and I both know theyâve caused more problems than the CIA.â
Shakir nodded. âAs I recall, it was a member of NUMA who saved Egypt from the destruction of the Aswan Dam a few years ago.â
âWhen we were all on the same side,â Hassan noted. âDo we have any exposure?â
Shakir shook his head confidently. âNeither the freighter nor Ammon Ta nor the cargo can be traced back to us.â
âWhat about Hagen, our operative on Lampedusa? Ammon Ta was supposed to deliver the Black Mist to him so he could use it to
influence
the governments of Europe.â
Shakir read on. âHagen escaped and made it back to Malta. He will try one more time to purchase the artifacts before theyâre revealed to the public. If heâs unsuccessful, heâll try to steal them. He promises to report back in two days.â
âHagen is the only link to us now,â Hassan said. âWe should eliminate him. Immediately.â
âNot until he has those artifacts. I want those tablets in our possession or destroyed beyond anyoneâs ability to reconstruct them.â
âIs it really worth this much effort?â Hassan asked. âWeâre not even sure
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