Panther stayed silent, but then he said, “We attack tonight. And we cannot add any men to this force.” He reminded Captain Zuhair, “Forty men are as of this moment making their way to Aden to attack the Sheraton Hotel, and to kill the American soldiers and spies who live there. Another forty will soon be on their way to Sana’a to attack the American Embassy. And that, Captain, is all the fighters we have in the camp.”
“This is true, sir. But perhaps we should not divide our forces. Perhaps we should concentrate our forces on the American oil installation to ensure a complete and rapid victory.”
The Panther had already discussed this with Captain Zuhair, and now the man was speaking of it again—on the eve of battle.
The Panther said with some annoyance and authority, “I have made the decision to attack on three fronts. This will cause the government to react with fear and confusion. They will not know when or where to expect another attack, and they will become paralyzed with indecision, and they will begin arguing with the Americans, who always want action and decision.”
Captain Zuhair had no reply.
The Panther reminded Captain Zuhair, “I have told you this before.” Then he reminded the captain, “The Americans are arrogant and the government is cowardly. You will see both when these attacks are successful.”
“Yes, sir.”
“If you had been here after the attack on the Cole, you would understand what I am saying and doing.”
Like all bad generals, Zuhair thought, this one is reliving his victories and forgetting his defeats. But Zuhair said, “Yes, sir.”
The Panther turned to Lieutenant al-Rashid and commanded, “Speak. What do you say?”
Sayid al-Rashid said nothing, but then drew a deep breath and said, “I can certainly see the concerns of Captain Zuhair, but…” He glanced at Zuhair, then said to The Panther, “But I can also see that what you say, sir, is true.”
The Panther nodded.
Al-Rashid continued cautiously, “We… Captain Zuhair and I are simple soldiers, sir, and we think of tactics. But you, sir, know of strategy. And it is an excellent strategy. To throw fear into the government and cause strife within the government—”
“And between the government and the Americans.”
“Yes, sir. And of course, our victory tonight will be all the greater because of your leadership and planning.”
The Panther nodded curtly, then said, “If there is nothing further, I suggest you speak to each man now to be certain they understand the plan of attack.” He also said, “You will say nothing of what you have just said to me.”
“Yes, sir.”
He reminded them, “It is six kilometers to the oil installation, and if you start now, you will be there in less than two hours.” He ordered, “The attack must be completed at least two hours before dawn so that we may withdraw into the hill camp under the cover of night.”
Both men replied, “Yes, sir,” then Captain Zuhair said, “Nabeel would like a word with you.”
“Now?”
“He says it is important.”
“All right. Tell him to come in.” He also ordered, “You stay.”
Lieutenant al-Rashid ducked out of the hut and returned seconds later with Nabeel al-Samad, a junior aide to The Panther.
The Panther looked at his aide in the dim light of the candle. Nabeel, like himself, had lived in America, though Nabeel was an occasional visitor who went there only for business—Al Qaeda business. And also to deliver a verbal message now and then to the family of Bulus ibn al-Darwish, and to bring a message in return from his father, mother, and sister. Nabeel had already done this three days before, so what now did he want?
The Panther asked his aide, “What is it, Nabeel?”
Nabeel al-Samad made proper greetings, then said, “Sir, I have just heard from our friend at El Rahaba.”
“Yes? And what do you hear from our friend at the airport?”
Nabeel reported, “There is an Egyptair flight arriving in Sana’a at two forty-five this morning. The manifest for this flight lists two Americans from New York City who are traveling on diplomatic passports.” Nabeel also said, “We knew of these people perhaps two weeks ago when the American State Department applied for visas in their names.”
“Yes? And?”
“One of these Americans is a man named John Corey, and the other is a woman called Katherine Mayfield, who is his wife.”
“And they are diplomats?”
“No, sir, they are both agents of the Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
The Panther nodded and said, “Continue.”
Nabeel further reported, “Our friend in the New York consulate office informed me