I normally don't read military stories even fictional ones but this book was surprisingly entertaining and extremely hard to put down. I thoroughly enjoyed the book and would recommend it to anyone that likes a good suspense novel. ~ Joe's Book Reviews
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The man was actually shaking so hard that Adnan Hanjour could have sworn he heard the man's teeth chatter. He had been dressed in an orange jumpsuit and brought to this room that had two bright lights illuminating the black backdrop that had been hung just for the occasion. The man had been forced to kneel in front of the lights that were nearly blinding in their intensity, his hands tied firmly behind his back. All the others, a total of six of them, stood behind the prisoner, each wearing a long scarf across his face so that only his eyes were showing, and arrogantly holding a machine gun, or in the case of al Mudtaji, a long, sharp sword.
Al Mudtaji stood directly behind the kneeling man, reading the charges against the infidel. At one point the man mumbled something, but his words were indistinguishable. Not that it mattered. The man's fate had been sealed the moment he was kidnapped and confirmed to be an American.
Adnan fidgeted nervously as al Mudtaji continued reading with great zeal. He looked toward the video camera that was recording everything. This was a live event for those with Internet access. For those who missed it, the al Jazeera network would soon beam the American's beheading into living rooms and offices throughout the Middle East.
Worried that he would somehow be recognized, Adnan self-consciously touched his scarf, making sure it hadn't slipped. He knew only his eyes could be seen and since his dark eyes were like millions of others, it was hardly revealing. Even the scarf was not his own, but one borrowed, further reducing the chance that a friend or family member would recognize him.
Still, he couldn't help but worry. While al Mudtaji and his men had been somewhat suspect of him, he had come through for them and had been given the distinguished honor of standing in the Ring of Allah for the beheading. He glanced at the prisoner who was trembling so violently that Adnan wondered if the man's heart would give out. If he wasn't so scared himself he might have laughed out loud at the irony.
The man, who was contracted to drive trucks for a large American company, had been kidnapped just north of Baghdad. Once it was discovered that he was indeed an American, his kidnappers had put him up for auction. Adnan briefly wondered if the American knew that. Or that al Mudtaji had traded an old truck and several weapons for the American. Al Mudtaji had gotten a good deal only after it was discovered that the American had a heart condition that required medical attention.
By the time al Mudtaji had successfully traded for the American, the large man had taken a turn for the worse and in wheezing gasps had explained what type of medicine he needed. That's when al Mudtaji himself had walked into the pharmacy where Adnan worked. Clean shaven, wearing Western clothes and rimless eyeglasses, he had hardly looked like one of the country's most wanted terrorists. As for Adnan, he couldn't believe his luck - for weeks he had been trying to figure out how he could get close to al Mudtaji. Now the terrorist had walked right through his door. Unbelievable.