been the window behind them that overlooked the courtyard, and more importantly overlooked the fish van. Hey, Abdul, what’s that doing here?
The other three Bedouin were standing directly behind the Al Qaeda guys, to keep them literally in line, head and eyes straight ahead. But then one of the Al Qaeda assholes tried to sneak a look over his shoulder, and I was surprised and pleased to see one of the Bedouin smack his head with the barrel of his AK-47. Like, “I said no peeking, asshole. Try that again and your brains will be on the floor.” Good. It’s your show, boys, and your fort.
More importantly, I could see there was no love lost between these two groups. The Bedouin ruled and have ruled for two thousand years; Al Qaeda was tolerated, as long as they understood whose land this was. Nabeel, however, had spent a little time in Amrika and he’d forgotten his manners. Interestingly, it was Buck who had to remind Yasir that Al Qaeda was not top dog here. Not yet.
But back to business.
Nabeel shouted at me, “What you do here? Why you here?”
It was Buck who replied—Buck does the talking, I do the shooting—“We are embassy personnel on a visit to see the ruins.”
Nabeel, of course, said, “You lie! Why you go to Aden?”
“Embassy business.”
“You lie! How you come to Marib?”
“By car.”
“You say to hotel you come from Sana’a.”
“You know we came from Aden.”
Nabeel, perhaps realizing his English was too limited to get at the essential truth, took advantage of Buck’s Arabic and continued his questions in that language. I heard the words al-Numair, Al Qaeda, Amrika, Sana’a, Aden, and Marib, and even the word Ghumdan.
Obviously Nabeel strongly suspected that we were here to find al-Numair. And the answer was, Why else would we be here, stupid? But Buck wasn’t going to give them anything. I couldn’t understand what Buck was saying, of course, but I trusted the old Cold Warrior to just stick to the story, no matter how implausible it sounded.
Also, I was certain that Nabeel and his compatriots, as well as their boss, al-Numair, were very pissed off about the Hellfire attack that killed their buddies. Not to mention getting their asses kicked at the Hunt Oil installation. So obviously the Al Qaeda guys were not in a good mood. In fact, they’d like to kill us. But first they had to buy us.
Nabeel, on the instructions of his boss, I’m sure, was trying to determine if the Amriki knew or suspected that The Panther was in Marib—and maybe Nabeel was trying to figure out if this was a trap set by the Amriki with the help of Sheik Musa. And that was the real issue. But Nabeel was not going to get that information from the Amriki, unless we were prisoners of Al Qaeda, which we were not—yet.
It’s not easy questioning someone else’s prisoners, as I discovered last time I was here, and more recently at the Ghumdan prison, and Nabeel seemed frustrated with Buck’s replies, so he ended the conversation, then said something to Yasir.
Buck said to us, “Nabeel now wants to see whatever weapons we were carrying when we were kidnapped.”
That was my cue to say, “One, two, three—pull!” and show them the weapons. But maybe I should see how Yasir handled it.
Yasir and Nabeel seemed to be getting heated again, and Buck took advantage of the shouting to say to us, “Yasir refuses to show these gentlemen anything—except us.” He added, “John’s New York acquaintance may be smelling a rat.”
Right. Al Qaeda is not stupid. I wish Chet was here to see and hear all of this. He might learn something—like how unpredictable people are.
Yasir, too, was getting the impression that Nabeel was smelling a rat, so he did a smart thing and shouted at Buck, probably telling him to shut up. Then Yasir did a smarter thing and kicked Buck in the chest, knocking him on his back. It was all an act—I think. Buck didn’t seem to be hurt by Yasir’s half-hearted sandal kick to his chest, and he sat up again. I would have kicked Buck in the balls—just to make it look real, of course.
Nabeel, taking his cue from Yasir, took a step toward Buck as though he intended to kick or hit him, but Yasir went ballistic and shoved Nabeel back and shouted at him.
The other four Al Qaeda guys looked like they were ready to get into a fight, but the three