href="#litres_trial_promo">Chapter Forty-five Silesia, Ohio
Chapter Forty-six Trenton, NJ October
Chapter Forty-seven Bethesda, Maryland
Chapter Forty-eight Silesia, Ohio
Chapter Forty-nine Incirlik Air Base Turkey
Chapter Fifty-one Silesia, Ohio
Chapter Fifty-two SIOC J. Edgar Hoover Building Washington, DC
Chapter Fifty-three The Hajj Road, ten kilometers from Mecca
Chapter Fifty-four Temecula, California
Chapter Fifty-five Spider/Argus Complex Virginia
Chapter Fifty-six Secure Strategic Support Command (SSSC) Forward Base DAGMAR Jordan
Chapter Fifty-seven Private Home Maryland
Chapter Fifty-nine Reagan International Airport
Chapter Sixty-one Turkey, Iraq
Chapter Sixty-three Federal Correction Institution Cumberland, Maryland Domestic Security Wing
Chapter Sixty-five The Red Sea U.S.S. Robert A. Heinlein, SF-TMS 41
Chapter Sixty-six Mecca 9th Day, Dhu-Al-Hijjah
Chapter Sixty-seven SAPTAO Airspace Saudi Arabian Peninsula Tactical Area of Operations Mecca
Chapter Sixty-eight Desert, East of Mina
Chapter Sixty-nine The Red Sea U.S.S. Heinlein
Chapter Seventy-one Arafat, Mina
part one BREWER, BAKER, CANDLESTICK MAKER
They have moved me to jealousy with that which is not God; they have provoked me to anger with their vanities; and I will move them to jealousy with those which are not a people; I will provoke them to anger with a foolish nation.
—KJV, Deuteronomy, 32:21, cf. Romans 10:19
…make the town see that he was an enemy of the people, and that the guerillas shot him because the guerillas recognized as their first duty the protection of the citizens.
Central Intelligence Agency Instruction Manual, Psychological Operations in Guerilla Wars
CHAPTER ONE Guatemala, near the Mexican Border Year Minus Two
From the front seat of the Range Rover, the small fat man with the sawed-off shotgun reached back and pulled the hood from his passenger’s head. ‘Too hot, seńor?’ the fat man asked. His breath smelled of TicTacs but that did not conceal the miasma of bad teeth.
The Nortamericano’s short sandy blond hair bristled with sweat. He took a deep breath and looked out at the red brick courtyard and the surrounding lush trees. His eyes were wild before they settled. ‘A little.’
‘I am sorry, and also it is so humid today. It will be nice and cool inside. Senńor Guerrero is a man of much hospitality, once he knows he is safe.’
‘I understand.’
‘Without that assurance,’ the fat man continued, ‘he can be moody.’
Two Indians ran from the hacienda. They were young and hungry-looking and carried AK-47s across their chests. One opened the Range Rover’s door and invited the Nortamericano out with a strong tug. He stepped down slowly to the bricks. He was lanky and taller than the fat man. The Indians spoke Mam to each other and broken Spanish to the driver. The driver smiled, showing gaps in his tobacco-stained teeth. He leaned against the hood and lit a Marlboro. His face gleamed in the match’s flare.
The Indians patted down the tall man as if they did not trust the fat man, the driver, or the others
