Chapter 14 Chapter 12 Arrival

For the two people in the back seat, Tennessee passed quickly, only because Mustafa and Abdullah took turns driving the three hundred kilometers between Memphis and Nashville. Fey and Juhar have been sleeping the whole time.One and three quarters of a kilometer per minute, he calculated, in other words, how much more?For about 20 hours, he thought about increasing his speed so that he could go faster to make way for the road, but he couldn't. It was a stupid idea.Unnecessary opportunism is always stupid, haven't they learned from the Israelis?The enemy is always waiting, like a sleeping tiger.Waking up a tiger unnecessarily is really stupid.You don't wake it until your rifle is aimed, to let the tiger know that it's out of its wits but unable to take action.It only needs to be awake long enough for it to recognize its own stupidity, long enough to be frightened.America will know what fear is, even with all their weapons and intelligence, these proud people will tremble.

He found himself smiling into the darkness, the sun had already set, and the car's headlights cast two bright white cones of light in the darkness, illuminating the white line on the road.He was driving steadily eastward at sixty-five miles an hour, and white lines appeared in his sight so quickly and then disappeared. The twin brothers now wake up at 6am and go out for their daily morning exercise, no need for Pete.Alexander's urging, they also thought, did not need to urge them at all.Morning jogging has become easier and easier for the two, and other sports have become routine.It was not yet 7:15, and they had finished their exercise and were ready to have breakfast and then go to their first indoor class led by their training officer.

There's a bit of history in those shoes, man.Dominique said. yes!Brian agrees, looking helplessly at his well-worn Nikes. They've been with me for years, and they look like they should be in shoe heaven. There is a Flying Foot sneaker in the mall.He was referring to the Fashion Square mall in Shalosville downhill. Well, maybe we can have Philly's cheesesteak for lunch tomorrow? Sounds good, bro.Dominique agrees that there's nothing like grease, fat and cholesterol for lunch, especially those cheese fries on the side.Let's say your shoes last another day. Hey Anzo, I love that flavor.Those sneakers have been with me up and down the mountain several times.

Like those dirty sweatshirts of yours.My goodness, Aldo, can't you dress appropriately? Just let me put on my military uniform again.I love being a Marine, always knowing which side I'm on. Yeah, standing in the middle of a pile of shit.Dominique said. Maybe, but you'll be working with some of the better people there.Also, what he didn't say was that those people were all on your side, all armed with automatic weapons, which gave you a sense of security that you rarely experience in civilian life. Going out to lunch, huh?Alexander said. Tomorrow, maybe.Dominique replied, then we need to arrange a proper funeral for Aldo's running shoes.Do we have some disinfectant here, Pete?

Alexander laughed and said: I thought you would never ask. You know what, Dominic, Brian said, looking up from his egg, if you weren't my brother, I wouldn't be here listening to your nonsense. Yeah?Caruso who works in the FBI threw an English muffin at me and I swear you marines just talk and I beat him all over the place when we were kids of.In order for Alexander to understand, he added these two sentences. Brian's eyes widened so wide they nearly popped.Meet your big head ghost! Another day of training begins. An hour later, Little Jack returned to the front of the workstation, Uda.Bing.Shari enjoyed another night of activity, still with Rosalie.Parker together.He must be very fond of her, and Young Jack wondered what the Saudi's reaction would be if he knew that after each night they spent she would brief MI5 in detail.But for her, the public is the public, and the private is private, an attitude that could damage the self-esteem of many men in the British capital.Of course Shari was no exception, thought Little Jack.Wells came into the office at 8:45 with a bag of Donkins donuts.

Hey Tony, what's the news? I still ask you.Wells asked back, donuts? Thanks, man.Well, Shari did some exercise last night. Ah, being young is a good thing, but youth is also wasted. Bernard Shaw, right? I know you have a bit of a literary background.Shari found a new toy a few years ago, and I guess he'll play with it until it breaks, or throws it away.It must have been a difficult task for the team tasked with keeping track of him, standing outside in the freezing rain and knowing he was having a spring scene upstairs.It was a line borrowed from the HBO show The Sopranos, which Welles loved.

Do you think they were the same people who got her report? No, that was the work of the people at Thames House, and things like that lose their novelty after a while.Unfortunately, they did not send us a copy of the transcript.He giggled and added that it might be beneficial to hear such blood-pulsing things early in the morning. Thanks, I can buy Hustler magazines at the magazine stand anytime I feel the need in the evening. We're not in a clean business, Jr. Jack, and the kind of people we're after aren't the kind of people you'd want to have in your house for dinner. Hey White House, remember?At half the state dinners my dad hosted, he wouldn't even shake their hand.Later, Secretary of State Adler told him that this was a business matter, and Dad would give those bastards a good look.Politics attracts some really sleazy people.

Amen.So, what else is new about Shari? I haven't looked at yesterday's money transaction records.What would Cunningham do if something important happened to him? That depends on what Gray and other senior staff have to say.You are too junior, this kind of thing is not your share.He didn't add the sentence because he thought young Wren already understood him. How is it, Dave?Gray.Handley was upstairs asking. He was laundering money and sending some of it to unknown people.Bank of Liechtenstein.If I had to guess, it might be used to pay a credit card account.You were able to get a credit card or a MasterCard at that bank, so it was possible that it was billing some unknown person's credit card account.It could be a lover or a good friend, or someone we might be interested in.

Is there any way to find out who it is?Tom.Davis asked. They use the same accounting software as most banks.Cunningham replied, meaning that it would take a little patience.The park has a way to crack those software, go in and learn more.Of course there will be a firewall in the middle, so this work is best left to the National Security Agency, and the key is how to get the National Security Agency to find a computer kid to crack it.It is possible that they were asked to do it under the guise of the CIA.However, the accountant found this to be a little more difficult than simply typing the notes into a computer terminal.He suspected that the park could find people in these two intelligence units, not only to help them do these fake jobs, but also not to leave traceable documents behind.

Do you have to do this? Maybe in a week or so, I'll be able to find out more.This Shari guy could just be a rich kid playing hockey on the road, but my nose tells me he's a gamer of some sort.Cunningham admitted.Over the years, he's also developed a good sense of intuition, which ends up placing two ex-Mafia tycoons in separate cells in Marion, Illinois.But he doesn't trust his instincts as much as executives before and now do, and as a professional accountant with a hound's nose, he's reserved when it comes to the above. a week, do you think? Dave nodded, probably that much.

How about that Rain boy? His intuition was good, he found something that most people would ignore, maybe his youth just helped him a favor.Young target, young hound.Usually this is useless, but this time, it seems to really work.You know, often his father assigns Pat.I'd heard something about old Jack when Martin was Attorney General.Pat really likes him, and I've worked for Martin long enough to respect him.There's plenty of places the kid could go, and of course it's probably going to take ten years to figure it out. We're not supposed to believe in bloodlines here, Dave.Tom.Davis said thoughtfully. Numbers are numbers, Davies, some people are born with good noses and some don't.He hasn't, not really, but there's no question he's moving in that direction.Cunningham helped create the Justice Department's special accounting unit, which specializes in tracking terrorist money.Everyone needs money to keep going, and money will always leave a trace somewhere.But it's usually easier to spot after the truth comes out, not before.Great for investigative work, but not so useful for active defense. Thanks, Dave.Handley ended the conversation by saying, keep us updated if you can. Yes, sir.Cunningham put away the papers and went out. You know what, he'd be more useful if he had a little personality.Davis said fifteen seconds after the door closed. Nobody's perfect Tom, he's the best guy ever in the Justice Department for this sort of thing, and I bet if he goes fishing, there's nothing left in the lake when he's gone.Handley continued. I have seen those official documents that are piled up and redone, but they are just a lot of papers with some not so important information written on them.In the business of intelligence analysis, you get very quickly into the speculative phase, until experienced analysts start adding possibilities to existing data, and then follow that possibility to God knows where, trying to read things that aren't quite right. What's going on in the minds of people who talk, and don't even talk much to each other.Does anyone hide anthrax or smallpox in little jars of shaving kits?How will you know?That kind of thing has happened once in America and when you track it down and everything has happened once in this country it gives this country a confidence that her people can handle anything and it gives Americans a sense of , bad things do happen here, and those who are responsible for these bad things are not always identified.The new president has made no promises that he will stop or punish such people.That is the biggest problem with this passage and itself. You know, we are victims of our own success, the ex-senator said calmly, we figured out how to deal with any national threat that came our way, but these bastards we can't see and serve their vision of God are getting more and more Difficult to identify and track.God is omnipresent, and so are his followers who have gone astray. I've been meaning to ask you, why did your family go to that fucking place in Nebraska?Handley asked again. My great-grandfather was a soldier cavalry, 9th Cavalry Division, Black Regiment.When his service was over, he didn't want to move back to Georgia.He had spent a while at Fort Kuruk, near Omaha, and didn't care about the winters there, so he bought a field near Seneca and started growing corn.That's the history of how our Davis family got there. Isn't there a Ku Klux Klan over there in Nebraska? No, those people stayed in Indiana, and the farms there were a little smaller, too.My great-grandfather hunted some buffalo for himself when he first started there and still has the biggest head hanging over the family stove.That shit really stinks.Dad and my brother mostly hunt longhorn antelope now, back home they call it a goat.I never liked that kind of thing. What does your nose say about this new intel?Tom.Handley asked. I'm not going to New York anytime soon, man. East of Knoxville, the road diverged, Interstate 40 went east, Interstate 81 went north, and the rented Ford chose No. 81 to cross the mountains.When the western territory of the United States had not yet extended from the Atlantic coast, this mountainous area was Daniel.Boone pioneered.There is a sign showing that the next exit leads to a man named David.Crockett Guys Home.Whoever it is, Abdullah thought, driving down a pass.Finally, in a small town called Bristol, they had reached Virginia, where their final geographic goal was.Another six hours, he estimated.This piece of land here looks green under the sun. On both sides of the road are farms that raise horses or cows. There are also many churches, most of which are wooden buildings painted white and with crosses on the spiers.Christians, obviously the country is dominated by them. pagan. enemy. Target. They have guns in their trunks to deal with these guys.First, take Interstate 81 north to Interstate 64, a road they've long remembered.The other three groups must have reached their destinations by this time, Demon City, Iowa, Spring, Colorado, and Sacramento.Every city is big enough to have at least one major shopping mall, and two of them are state capitals, but none of them are major metropolitan areas.These are the so-called middle-class cities, where good people live, where ordinary, hard-working Americans make their homes and feel safe from power centers and corruption.There are few, if any, Jews in these cities.Oh, maybe there are a few, Jews like to run jewelry stores, maybe there are a few in the mall.That was earned, even if it happened to be delivered to the door, it was just for them to accept it.Their real goal is to kill ordinary Americans, ordinary people who are safe in the arms of the United States.They will soon learn that safety in this world is but an illusion.They will see the wrath of Allah everywhere. So, is this it?Tom.Davis asked. Yes, this is it.Dr. Pastenak replied, be careful, this is completely full of medicines, you see that red label.The blue label is unfilled. What was sent? Succinylcholine, a muscle relaxant, is basically a synthetic, high-unit form of a medical drug that can completely disable all muscles, including the diaphragm.As a result, you cannot breathe, speak, or even move.But you're wide awake, and it's a terrible way to die.The doctor added in a cold, distant tone. Why use this?Handley asked. Once you can't breathe, your heart quickly becomes starved of oxygen, causing a massive heart attack.It will definitely not feel too comfortable. Then what? Let's put it this way, the initial symptoms will take about 60 seconds, and after another 30 seconds, the full effect of the medicine will take effect.Then, I see, ninety seconds after the injection, the victim slumps to the ground.Breathing stopped completely around the same time, and the heart was so starved of oxygen that it tried to beat, but couldn't get oxygen around the body, or the heart itself.The heart tissue will die within two or three minutes, and the process will be extremely painful.Loss of consciousness occurs at the time of the third minute, unless the victim has previously exercised.In the case of exercise, the brain will be full of oxygen.Usually there is about three minutes of oxygen in the brain, allowing the brain to maintain its function without further supplementation.Once it's about three minutes.That is, from the onset of symptoms, four and a half minutes after the heart attack.The victim loses consciousness.It will take another three minutes or so to completely brain-dead.Afterwards, succinylcholine is metabolized in the body, even after death.It won't decompose completely, but only a brilliant pathologist can find it in a poison test, and he has to be mentally prepared to find this thing.The only real trick, is to get your test sample from the hip. why there? This kind of medicinal intramuscular injection works, and when the person dies, it is usually placed face up so that you can see and remove the organs, and the body is rarely turned upside down.Well, the injection system does leave some marks, but it's hardly noticeable at the best of times, and you'll have to look in the right places.Even people with drug addictions rarely get a shot in the buttock themselves; it's usually one of the things they check.The whole situation would look like an unexplained heart attack, which happens every day, if not uncommonly, if not unheard of, for example, a tachycardia can happen.The injection pens are modified insulin syringes, like those used by people with type 1 diabetes.Your mechanics have really done a great job with their camouflage, you can even write with this pen, but if you turn the barrel around, the pen part is replaced by the insulin injection part, a pneumatic The device will inject the solution.The victim may notice that it is like a bee sting, but less painful, but within a minute and a half, he has no way of telling anyone about it.His most likely response would be to groan and rub the sting, if it hurts that much.Like a mosquito bite on your neck, you may slap it down, but you won't call the police. Davis holds a safe blue pen, a little unwieldy, like the kind a third grader might use when first being taught to use a ballpoint pen after years of using thick-bore pencils and crayons.So, when you're close to your target, take it out of your coat pocket, swing backhand at the target, and move on.Your backup killer will watch the target slump on the pavement, maybe stop to help, watch the bastard die, then get up and move on, well, maybe call an ambulance so his body can recover He was sent to the hospital, and then under the auspices of the hospital, he was chopped into pieces. Tom? I love it, Gray.Davis replied, Doc, how confident are you that this thing can be disassembled after the target fell to the ground as expected? Very confident.Dr. Pastenak replied that this reminded both owners that he was a professor of anesthesiology at Columbia University School of Medicine and that he should be very aware of what he was holding.In addition, they trusted him enough to let him join to know the secrets of the park.Anyway, it seems a bit late to stop trusting him now.This is just basic biochemistry, bopericholine is made up of two molecules of acetylcholine, and esterases in the body break down this compound into acetylcholine very quickly, so in the end it's very possible There was no trace, not even a doctor at a certain Columbia Presbyterian hospital.The only difficult part is how to complete the task without leaving a trace.For example, if you could take him to some doctor's office, all you had to do was inject him with a lot of potassium chloride.That drug makes the heart beat very fast.When the cells die, potassium is released anyway, so the increase in relative potassium levels is not noticeable, but the traces of the intravenous injection are much harder to hide.There are many ways to do this, I just need to find a way that can be used fairly easily by people who are not familiar with them.On a practical level, even an experienced pathologist may not be able to find the exact cause of death. He may know that he does not know what the cause of death is, and this will bother him. It happens when you do an autopsy on a very talented guy.There aren't many of them, I mean, the best guy is Richie from Columbia.Richards, he really hated what he didn't know.He's really smart, a problem solver, a genius biochemist and a top doctor.I asked him about it, and he told me that even if he had been briefed and knew what to look for, it would be extremely difficult to examine.Generally speaking, unrelated factors also come into play, that is, the biochemistry of the victim's body itself, what he will eat, drink, ambient temperature, etc. are all big factors.In the cold winter, outside, esterase may not be able to break down succinylcholine because the chemical reaction is slowed down. So, don't come to Moscow in January and kill some guy?Handley asked.The esoteric science gave him a headache, but Pastenak did know his stuff. The professor laughed and said cruelly: That's right.And not in Minnesota either. Died badly?Davis asked. He nodded and said: Absolutely not very comfortable. Can it be saved? Pastenak shook his head. There's not much you can do once you get succinylcholine into your bloodstream.Well, in theory, you could put this guy in a respirator and breathe until the medicine breaks down.I've seen them do it with muscle relaxants in surgeons, but that's the limit.Survival is theoretically possible, but very, very unlikely.Two, someone survived with a shot in the eyebrow, but that's definitely a different matter. How difficult is it to hit the target?Davis asked. It's not too difficult, just poke it once, enough to go through the clothes.A heavy coat might be a problem as the pins aren't long enough, but general work wear is fine. Has anyone been immune to this drug?Handley asked. No, not for this medicine.That would be a one in a billion chance. Is it possible to make noise? As I explained earlier, it was more like a sting than a mosquito bite, but not so painful that a man would scream.At best you'll just see the victim look dazed, maybe look back to see what caused it, but your agent walks away in the normal fashion, not running away.In those cases, there was no target for him to yell at, and the initial discomfort was only momentary, and the most likely response would be to rub the prodded area and walk away for about, uh, ten yards or so . So, fast, deadly, and invisible, right? All of the above.Dr. Pastenak said. How to reload?Davis asked.Why the hell can't the CIA develop something this good?Or, he wondered, the NSC. You unscrew the barrel, like this.Pastenak demonstrated, opening it, injecting new medicine with a normal syringe, and then taking out the gas propulsion device, those small gas capsules are the only part that is more difficult to manufacture.Throw used capsules in the trash or down the drain; they are only four millimeters long and two millimeters wide.Then, put the new one in again.When you screw the new capsule in, the spikes on the back of the barrel puncture it and inflate the propulsion mechanism.The capsules are coated with a sticky substance that makes them less likely to fall out.It was that fast, and the blue one was just missing the succinylcholine.You have to handle the syringe carefully, unless you're really stupid to poke yourself, of course.If you had your guys use the cover of being a diabetic, that would explain why there were those syringes.There is a kind of identity certificate that allows you to supplement insulin, and it is available almost everywhere in the world, and diabetics have no external symptoms anyway. Excellent, doctor.Tom.Davis said, besides this, what else can be launched with this? Botox's toxin is about as deadly.It's a neurotoxin that blocks nerve conduction and kills people by asphyxiation.The reaction is also very fast, but it will be detected in the blood immediately during the autopsy, and it is difficult to give a reasonable explanation.This toxin is readily available all over the world, but in micrograms because it is commonly used for cosmetic purposes. Doctors slap that poison in a woman's face, don't they? Only stupid women would accept it.Yes, Pastenak replies, the toxin removes wrinkles, but because it kills the nerves in your face, it also takes away your ability to smile.That's not exactly my field.There are many poisonous and deadly chemicals in the world, the problem is that not every poisonous chemical reacts quickly and is difficult to detect. Another way to kill someone quickly is to stick a small knife into the back of the skull Down below, where the spinal cord goes into the base of the brain, the key is how to get to the very back of the victim and get a knife into a fairly small place without getting the knife stuck in the middle of the spine.At that distance, why not just use a .22 with a suppressor on it?Because that method is fast enough, but leaves something behind.Our approach, which could easily be misdiagnosed as a heart attack, is almost perfect.The doctor came to his conclusion with a tone as cold as snowflakes falling on the carpet. Rick, said Handley, you've made your money on this. The anesthesiology professor got up and looked at his watch, free, Senator, this is for my little brother.If there's anything else you need me for, just let me know.I have to catch a train back to New York. God, Tom.Davis said after he left, I knew doctors must have evil thoughts. Handley picked up the bag on his desk, which contained a total of ten pens, computer-printed instruction manuals, a plastic bag filled with gas capsules, twenty large glass bottles of succinylcholine, plus Loads of disposable syringes.He must be very close to his brother. Do you know his brother?Davis asked. Yeah, nice guy, Bernard, wife and three kids, Harvard Business School graduate, smart guy, shrewd trader.Worked on the ninety-seventh floor of the first building and left a lot of money.Anyway, his family was well taken care of for that money.That's the point. Fortunately we have Rick.A fine man like Pastenak is on our side.Davis said what was on his mind, suppressing the shudder that came with it. He is really good.Handley agreed. It should be quite comfortable to drive along the way, the weather is quite good and clear, the road is not crowded, most of the time it just goes straight to the northeast, but this is not very pleasant.Because Mustafa has been asked by Rafi and Juhar in the back seat: How far is it?and are we almost there?For a while, he really wanted to pull over to the side of the road and strangle them both.Maybe it was hard to sit in the backseat, but he still had to drive the damn car!He could feel the tension, and they might feel it too, so he took a deep breath and asked himself to calm down.Less than four hours away from the end of their journey, what was it compared to their journey across the continent?This is of course farther than the Holy Prophet walking from Mecca or riding a camel to Medina and back, but he immediately stopped thinking about such things.What right does he have to compare himself with Prophet Muhammad, right?No, you are not eligible.It was something he couldn't be more sure of.On the way to his final goal, he will shower and sleep as much as possible.Four more hours to rest, that's what he kept telling himself, at the same moment, Abdullah was fast asleep in the right front seat. The campus has its own restaurant, where food is served from several different culinary sources.It's Altman's in Baltimore today, and the corned beef is pretty good, if not New York's grade; that might start a fight, he thought, picking up a piece of corned beef on a roll. .What to drink?If he had a New York lunch, it was a milkshake soda.And, of course, the local Uzzi potato chips, which they ate even in the White House at his father's insistence.They might get something from Boston, not a city known for its restaurants, but every city has at least one dish worth eating, even Washington, D.C. Tony.Wells, Jack Jr.'s daily lunch partner, was nowhere to be seen.Little Jack looked around and saw Dave.Cunningham, unsurprisingly, was eating lunch alone.Little Jack walked over there. hey dave mind if i sit downhe asks. sit down!Cunningham said quite sincerely. How is the digital work going? Still quite exciting.This was the answer Little Jack got immediately.Cunningham further explained: You know, the access we have to European banks is amazing. If the Department of Justice had this access, it would wipe out criminals, but there is no way to present this type of evidence in court. . Yeah, Dave, the Constitution is such a liability sometimes, and those damn civil rights bills. Cunningham nearly choked on his egg salad.Don't think about it that way, the FBI has a lot of operations that aren't carried out above board, for example, usually the informants hand things over to us, maybe it's because someone asked, maybe it wasn't, and then they walk away, but that's all Also subject to the criminal detection process, often all part of the bargaining to prosecute.There aren't that many unscrupulous lawyers who handle all their needs, the mafia guys I'm talking about. I know Pat.Martin, Dad misses him so much. He's honest, he's very smart, and he should really be a judge, which is where an honest lawyer should be. Salary is not that good.Little Jack's official salary in the park is already more than that of any federal civil servant, which is not bad for a newcomer to society. That's a problem, but But there's nothing admirable like being poor, my old man used to say.He appreciates this idea, so he has been trying to zero out the salaries of elected civil servants, so that they will know what real work is.But in the end, he found, this might instead make them more susceptible to bribery. The accountant took over and said, "You know what, little Jack, you'd be amazed at how little you can bribe a member of Congress, which makes bribery harder to spot."The qualified accountant's rant is like looking for an airplane in the grass. So, what about our terrorist friends? Some people like a life of comfort, many come from wealthy families, and they also like the luxury they live. Like Shari. Dave nodded.He had good taste, and his car alone was worth a fortune, very unrealistically, the mileage on that car must have been astonishingly low, especially in a city like London where petrol was quite expensive. But he mostly takes taxis. He can afford it.That might make sense, parking must be expensive in the financial district, and London taxis are pretty good.He looked up at Little Jack, you should know this, you should be in London a lot. Still go sometimes.Nice city, nice citizens, admitted Little Jack.Needless to say, his secret agents and local police didn't bother him too much.Any further thoughts for our friend Shari? I need to look at the data more closely, and like I said, he does act like a player.If he's a New York Mafia target, I'd assume he's an apprentice on the committee. Little Jack nearly choked on a milkshake soda.Is it that important? The golden rule, little Jack.The rich make the rules, Shari has access to the big bucks, his family is richer than you can count, we're talking five to six billion dollars here. so many?Little Jack was very surprised. Looking again at the money accounts he was learning to manage, he was only playing fifteen percent of it at best, and his father probably had a limit, that was the upper limit he was allowed to spend.Don't forget, he's in the asset preservation business.The guy with the money, his dad, doesn't give him the whole pile to play with, no matter what his educational background is.In the money business, you don't learn until you hang your degree on the wall that really matters.This kid has potential, but he's still walking with his pants, which isn't unusual for a rich young kid, but if you have astronomical amounts of money in your wallet, It's best to keep the kid a little restrained.除此以外，他顯然在資助的這麼說好了，我們懷疑他在資助某些人或事，都不是什麼龐大的支出，就是你瞄到的那幾筆利用交易利潤所做的交易，那實在很聰明。你有沒有注意到，當他飛回沙烏地的家時，搭的是一架灣流五型的包機？ 呃，沒有。小傑克承認，我沒有查看那些，我想他去哪裡應該都是搭頭等艙吧。 他是都搭頭等艙，就像你和你父親之前一樣。而且是真正的頭等艙。小傑克，沒有什麼細節是太小而不需要查證的。 你認為他的信用卡使用狀況怎麼樣？ 完全是例行性使用，但即使是那樣也值得注意。只要他要的話，絕對能夠用信用卡付任何東西的錢，但他似乎都用現款來支付，他花的現款其實比他偽裝成個人支出的金額要來得少，就像跟那些妓女時一樣。沙烏地人並不在乎這些，所以他付現款的原因是因為他想要付現，而不是他必須付現。他試圖把他部分的生活隱藏起來，理由目前還不是很明顯。也許只是練習而已。如果我們發現他擁有比我們所知更多的信用卡，也就是說，還沒啟用的帳戶的話，我也不會驚訝。待會兒，我會很快地查遍他的銀行帳戶。他還不算真正知道怎樣去隱藏帳戶，他太年輕、太沒有經驗，沒有受過正式訓練。不過，沒錯，我認為他是個玩家，希望能很快就進入大聯盟。大家都知道，年輕且有錢的小子一般都沒什麼耐心。康寧漢做著結論。 我應該自己就能夠猜到那些。小傑克自言自語道。我需要更徹底地思考這些東西，這是重要的另外一課。沒什麼東西是細微到不需要查證的。我們在對付的是什麼樣子的人？他是怎麼樣看這個世界的？他想怎樣改變這個世界？他父親總是告訴他，透過對手的眼睛來看這個世界是多重要的一件事。 沙里是個被自己對女人的熱情所驅策的人，但除此以外還有其他的嗎？他帶妓女回去是因為她們的床上功夫，還是因為他想在床上征服敵人？回教世界認為美國和英國基本上都是同樣的敵人。同樣的語言、同樣驕傲，更該死的是有同樣的軍力，因為英國佬和美國佬在太多事情上面都互相協助。那倒是值得想一想。要從對手的眼睛看出去來做假設。這真是午餐時間不錯的一堂課。 洛恩諾克從他們右手邊悄悄經過，八十一號州際公路的兩側都是綿延不斷的綠色丘陵，大部分是農場，有許多都是酪農的農場，單是看到那麼多牛也判斷得出來。綠色的公路路標告訴他們，他們正朝向他們的目的地，不會到其他地方去。經過了更多漆成白色、方方正正的教堂建築後，他們超過學校巴士，可是沒有警車。穆斯塔法聽說美國有些州會讓公路警察開普通外觀的車子，那種跟他的車子沒什麼兩樣的車，但可能會多出個無線電天線吧。他有點納悶，這裡的駕駛還會不會戴牛仔帽，那看起來一定十分不合時宜，即使在這個有那麼多牛的地方也是。牛，是可蘭經的第二章，他心裡想著。如果阿拉告訴你去殺掉了頭牛，你就必須去殺那頭牛，不要問太多問題。不管是頭老牛、年輕的牛，都不過是頭能夠取悅真主的牛。是不是所有的犧牲獻祭都能夠取悅阿拉，只要他們不是出自誇耀而獻上的犧牲？當然是的，只要是由虔誠教徒謙遜地奉上就行，因為阿拉會歡迎這樣的奉獻而且被真正虔誠教徒的奉獻所取悅。 Yes. 他和他的朋友將會以殺害異教徒來當做犧牲獻禮。 接著，他就看見六十四號州際公路的路標，但那是往西，是不對的。他們必須往東，穿越東邊的山脈。穆斯塔法閉上眼睛，回想著已經看過許多次的地圖。再往北走一個小時左右，然後往東。correct. 布萊恩，這雙鞋子過幾天就會裂掉了。 嘿，小多，我就是用這雙鞋子第一次跑出每哩四分半鐘的成績的。Marines protested.你會記得並永遠珍視那樣的時刻。 也許是吧，但下一次如果你還想試的話，那雙鞋就會裂掉，讓你的腳趾吃足苦頭。 do you think so?我跟你賭一塊錢，你錯了。 賭了。多米尼克立刻說。他們正經八百地為這個賭注握了握手。 我看它們的確是蠻髒滿破舊的。亞歷山大沉思道。 你要不要我再去買一件運動衫？Mom. 再過一個月它們就會自行毀滅。多米尼克說出他的想法。 喔，好唷！嗯，今天早上我才用我的貝瑞塔打得你屁滾尿流的。 運氣啦。多米尼克嗤之以鼻，看你能不能連續兩天幹掉我。 我跟你賭五塊錢。 make a deal.兩人又握了一次手，我能夠靠這個發財。Dominique said.接著該是想晚餐吃什麼的時候了，今晚是燴小牛肉。他特別喜歡吃小牛肉，附近的店裡面的確有些好東西。可憐的小牛，但他又不是殺掉小牛的那個人。 到了，六十四號州際公路，下一個出口。穆斯塔法已經夠累的了，應該要讓阿布都拉接手開車，但他想要自己完成這段路，他認為自己應該還能夠再撐上一個小時。他們正要穿越另一片山區，交通流量很大，但都是朝另一個方向的。他們順著公路爬上，對了，就是那裡，一個較低的隘口，有個旅館在路的南側，接著就到了一個觀景點，俯瞰著南方令人心曠神怡的谷地。有個路標寫著該地的名字，但上面的字母實在很不清楚，他沒辦法在腦袋裡把它們組成有意義的字。他的確看到了那片景色，就在他的右邊，即使天堂本身也不見得比那景色更漂亮，甚至還有地方能把車子停下來，走出去觀看那片景色。但是，他們當然沒有時間。開車走下和緩的坡地感覺很舒服，把心情完全給轉換了過來。只剩下不到一個小時的路。再抽根煙慶祝時間掐得這麼準。後座裡，拉菲和朱哈爾又醒了，正在欣賞著風景，這可能會是他們最後一次欣賞風景了。 休息一天，再進行偵察工作。該是和其他三個小組用電子郵件協調的時候了，然後他們就能去完成任務。接著，將會是阿拉的親自擁抱，那真的是個非常令人愉快的念頭。