lots of people red with a red laser beam before he sent them to Paradise, got it in a heartbeat, and said, “Holy shit.”
Well said.
Kate is quick, but stubborn, and she reminded us, “But Yasir said—”
“They’re all marked,” I informed her. “They weren’t marked when we were up in the diwan or I’d have seen that, because I was looking for it. But when we went down to burn our civilian passports on the ground level, the Bedouin, at the prior request of Chet, marked all the roofs with goat blood, probably thinking that they were putting some kind of holy protection mark on the SUVs. You know, like the Passover thing with the lamb’s blood.” I added helpfully, “Exodus.”
Well, maybe that was a stretch, but close enough. Or Yasir and his buddies had no idea why Chet gave them a few rials to do something weird. But they did know to keep their mouths shut about it. I further informed my teammates, “Chet also asked Yasir to give us the shiwals, which will be mentioned in the incident report.”
Kate looked at me, and I thought maybe she’d say, “Sorry I doubted you,” but she didn’t. She asked me, and all of us, “What do we do now?”
I explained to Kate and Zamo that a road trip to Marib airstrip might not be productive, and I suggested, “We can let this kind gentleman here take the vehicle marked for death, and absolutely confirm that Chet was planning to whack us.” I asked, “Anyone need to see that?”
No one apparently did.
I suggested, “Let’s go back to the Crow Fortress and talk to Chet and Buck.”
Brenner agreed, but said, “They will deny everything.”
Kate agreed, and so did Zamo.
Indeed, Chet and Buck would deny everything, and we had no proof that I wasn’t totally crazy. And if we disobeyed orders and went back to the Crow Fortress and I accused Chet and Buck of plotting to kill us, that could get very weird, and I’d be the one answering charges back in the States. Not to mention that the Company would definitely see to it that Kate and I met with a fatal accident. So we couldn’t go back to the Crow Fortress without proof, we didn’t want to drive to Marib, and we couldn’t stay here.
Zamo said, “Let the guy drive.”
No one responded to that.
The guy in question, whose name was Emad, said something to Brenner, who didn’t reply.
Okay, someone has to make life-or-death decisions, and like Brenner, I too get paid for that. And yet…
Finally, I said, “Let Emad drive to Marib airstrip.”
Neither Kate nor Brenner seconded that, but neither did they object. Zamo, however, said, “Otherwise, you’ll never know for sure.”
Brenner hesitated, then said something to Emad, who smiled and got into our Land Cruiser. Emad didn’t ask for his money up front, but Brenner pressed a handful of rials on him and said something to him in Arabic.
In truth, we were becoming more callous and more like the bad guys, but at least we had a conscience.
Emad waved and took off down the slope.
Well, part of me hoped I was wrong, but the blood on the roof said I was right. In fact, everything said I was right.
One of the Bedouin said something to Brenner, and Brenner said to me, “He wants to know if we need a ride back to the Crow Fortress.”
I looked at my watch and said, “Ask him if we can borrow his vehicle.”
Brenner asked, and it was no problem, and I tipped them with the last of my rials.
I drove this time, and Zamo rode shotgun. Kate and Brenner sat silently in the rear.
After a few minutes we could see the Crow Fortress ahead, and I spotted a pile of rocks on the left. I pulled over and said, “We can watch from here.”
We got out of the Land Cruiser and climbed onto the rocks, which gave us a clear view of the flatlands below.
Zamo put his sniper rifle to his shoulder, adjusted his scope to full power, and said, “I got him.”
Brenner, Kate, and I did the same with the weaker-powered scopes on our M4s.
I could see the white Land Cruiser driven by Emad kicking up dust about a mile away, heading north toward the Marib road.
There wasn’t much vehicle traffic on the dirt roads that cut through the dry fields, and it was easy to follow the lone dust trail even as the Land Cruiser grew smaller.