Date: Wed, 23 May 2007 15:49:57 -0400
From: Jay Stick <joystick56@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Three day Pass Chapter # 30

The Three-Day pass Chapter #30
By Joystick

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End of chapter 29

"You are the boss. Maybe you're right. We have been working on this so
long, I am getting sloppy."

"You are 'New' to this. I have been living a double life for over fifteen
years now.  First in Syria then Lebanon and now here. It has taken us that
long to set Fazzi up for the kill!!!!"

Chapter #30

The weekend before Fazzi's trip Joseph had a meeting with Barns and his two
supervisors, Philip Jackson, his boss and Steward Cook, the New Jersey
Director of the FBI. The meeting took place in Richard's apartment. It was
held on Saturday afternoon while Rich was at the theater.

"We know they are going to kill Muhammad." Said Philip Jackson
angrily. "Damn it, the son of a bitch is worth more to us alive then he is
dead. Is there some way we can convince the Mossad to back off?"


"Only by taking them into our complete confidence and telling them the
whole story." Steward Cook said. "They most likely would demand proof that
we had a damn good reason for asking them to back off. Giving them that
proof could reveal that Joseph is working for us. We know they have been
waiting for years to get Muhammad. Put us in their place. Just suppose we
had bin Laden in our cross hairs and were about to squeeze the trigger.
Suppose they asked us to hold off without giving us a reason. What do you
think we would say?"

"I see what you mean but there has to be someway to at least try to stop
them, without telling them too much." Philip said.

"There is only one way that might work. If we were to have our President
ask their Prime Minister, as a personal favor, to have the Mossad stand
down." Said Steward. "They might do it if it came directly from him."

"Why the hell do you want to do that?" Joseph interrupted. "Let them kill
him and get it over with. I don't know how much more I can take of this. I
hope my nerves can hold out. They are getting a bit fragile. There have
been times when I thought I would..... "

"Great! Hallelujah! Just when you had me convinced that you were super
human." Said Steward. "Let me clue you in, Joseph, an agent without fear is
soon a dead agent. Don't let anyone fool you buddy, all agents are
afraid. Fear comes with the job. It's how they handle that fear that
enables them to survive. You have been and are one of the best I have ever
seen."

"He is the best!" Barns said patting the soldier on the back. "After Fazzi
leaves the country, if you want out, all you have to do is say it. You can
finish out your tour of duty teaching." Then to the others he said, "the
Army is ready to offer him a commission and will keep him stateside
teaching Arabic when we are through with him."

"Thank you, but no thanks. I'll stay until this job is done then I have
other plans. As soon as I get out of the army and get my broker's license,
Worthington has offered me a partnership in his Company."

"Well congratulations.  Worthington is a smart guy," Stewart said. "Look
I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to D.C. this evening and I'll
talk to the man and see if I can work something out. It might cost us a lot
but we may be able to get the Israelis to cooperate."

"Cost, you mean pay them off?"

"No, but a favor this big may require us to make big concessions on other
things. That will be for the President and PM to work out. It is called
foreign diplomacy. I will keep you informed. Now, unless anyone has
anything else, I think we are finished here."

After wishing him good luck with the President, they broke up the meeting.

Joseph had arranged to take two days off: the day before Fazzi was to leave
and also the day he left. Some of his students got together and they
chipped in and had a certificate of thanks drawn up which in turn was
signed by the C.O. and all the students. They purchased a fancy frame and
then arranged for a small delegation to present it to him the afternoon
before he left. They would drive up to the estate after school and after
the presentation the students planed to go out on the town and then return
to the base. Joseph had also purchased a travel kit for Fazzi and had it
wrapped.

Monday evening after class Joseph called Barns to find out if there was
anything new. He was told that early this morning the President had heard
the request and talked it over with his security advisors. He was at first
reluctant to interfere. However after thinking it over he did agree that
Fazzi was becoming a valuable source of information and he agreed to have a
private talk with the PM and try to work out something. He was reluctant to
have to insist that the PM pass up this opportunity to settle an old score
since they had kept their part of the deal by not doing it on
U.S. soil. The Prime Minister on hearing about the President's request had
the embassy immediately sent a full dossier with all their information
regarding Fazzi and his connection with the Emirate. The PM was very
forthcoming on the evidence they had gathered, telling him that they had
proof that this meeting was going to be the biggest gathering of
international terrorists ever held. Fazzi was going to create a network of
killers unlike any in recent history and they thought it was a chance to
get them all. Although they knew that Bin Laden would not be there, they
knew he was sending a representative. They thought it would be one of his
sons. The President was shown the transcripts of messages between Fazzi and
Allie discussing Joseph and his new status within Fazzi's plans.

"Is this true?  Is this our agent, the one you told me about? Is this
Yussef Benson, our Joseph Benson? Is he that far into this network?" He
asked his security advisor.

"Not only is it true, but it looks as if he is slated to be second in
command. Fazzi has adopted him as his legal son and heir." He said. "You
already know most of this since we have been giving you almost daily
reports on his progress. He has been working with your friend Richard
Worthington on this. Benson is now living at Fazzi's place in Paterson. Our
agents think Fazzi is in love with him."

"Don't tell me that Benson is a homosexual. My god can we trust him? Are
they having sex together?" The president asked.  "Never mind, don't answer
that, I don't want to know. I don't want to be involved in that dirty
business."

"With all due respect sir, how the hell do you think we gather most of our
information? We gather it anyway we can.  If the suspect is heterosexual,
we can and do use heterosexuals and prostitutes. If not..... Look, I don't
know if he is a homosexual or if he is sleeping with that S.O.B., but
Benson is one of the most dedicated agents we have as well as being a
friend of Worthington and his entire family. They swear by him and rumor
has it that when this is over he is going to be a full partner in
Worthington's investment house. If he is a homosexual and he is sleeping
with Fazzi Muhammad, we should overlook it and perhaps we should enlist
more of them."

"O.K. let's do it then." He said lifting up his secure direct line to the
PM. "I will arrange it with the PM."

The next day, Tuesday, the day before Fazzi was to leave, Joseph and the
delegation from the base arrived at the estate where they presented Fazzi
with the gift. The surprised and delighted Arab invited them to stay for a
light dinner. He had the cook prepare some sandwiches and sodas and had it
served outside in the Gazebo. He and Joseph spent some time just shooting
the breeze in Arabic with the group. After they left the Arab told Yussef
how pleased he was that they had taken the time to come and wish him a safe
trip.

"That was really nice of them. Their Arabic is really good. You and the
school did a good job on them. I wish them all good luck. It is such a
shame that they may have to serve in Iraq." He said. "I would hate to see
any of them hurt."

"I'm sure that they hope that their tour of duty will be safe. However they
know it's their job to go where and when they are needed, just like it is
mine and it was Ibrahim's."

"I just hope you and your government are not expecting me to repeat what I
did for Ibrahim?"

Joseph walked over to Fazzi and kissed him and said, "No, I know you would
want to do it and it would be nice if you would and could do it, but no,
they do not expect or think you can do it. However, I do think you could
become the man who could do things that could change the world and make all
this crap unnecessary."

"And how would you have me change it? Would you have me as a world leader
or as the man behind the power?" he jested. "How can I be the powerful man
you want, if in our bed I'm content to be your slave?"

"Fazzi, somehow or other, I can not even contemplate you as being anything
less than 'The Man' in charge. I may think I am the master here but,
habibi, even as my slave you rule over me. Have I made you less of a man by
our bedroom adventures? Would you really like me to be your bottom? I can't
see where having you as my lover has made you less of a strong man or hurt
your image as a leader of men."

"I guess it is a silly notion going back to the caveman days. A leader of
men must be the master of both his men and his women. A leader must lead in
his public as well as private life. He cannot do the opposite. Look what
happened to your Bill Clinton when he let that wife of his have some
power. She almost took over then and now she may try to do it again." Fazzi
said as they walked to the house.

"I wish you weren't going tomorrow as I would like to have the time to
prove to you how wrong you are about this power business." Joseph said. "It
is possible to separate the two things and still be a strong leader of
men. Men are by nature stronger than women---Is that not right?"

"Yes they are. See you even admit it."

"Now wait a minute. Just try to follow my reasoning. If we are stronger -
than we should be able to do anything a woman can do and do it better."
Joseph said. "Since there have been women who have been strong national
leaders as well as wives, then a man, such as yourself, should be able to
do it! In any event you are going to have to do it because you are going to
be a leader. I know this for two reasons, one, I could not love a weak man,
and two; I know that you are strong and powerful enough to lead people and
armies into the future. You proved it by your actions over the last month
or so. You were strong enough to do things while I just collapsed. You
could be and you will be the leader in whatever you want to be."

"I love you habibi! You make me feel I can do anything."

"You can do anything and it is my duty to see to it that you do what you
have been created to do.... That, as your lover, is my job."

"That is the woman's job, is it not?"

"Yes, and in this respect, I will be your "woman", if you like. You will be
a great leader of nations and of men because you were born to be one. I
will be at your side for as long as you want me to be."

"Ish Allah, it is the will of God. If it is to be---it will be. I want you
by my side no matter what is going to happen and I want you there
forever. We will talk more of this later." Fazzi said as they walked into
the house hand in hand. "I love you."

"Come let's go upstairs. I, too, have something to give you." Joseph
said. "Something that will remind you of me every morning and evening while
you are away."

Later that evening in their bed Fazzi snuggled up to Joseph placing his
cock between the legs of the soldier and his arms around his body. His lips
kissed the nap of his neck. Joseph reached down and touched the Arabs cock
and pressed it into his groin holding it between his upper thighs and
allowing the man to saw back and forth. He rubbed the cock with his
fingertips and soon the Arab was breathing hard and sinking his teeth into
Joseph's shoulder.

"I want you Yussef. I want to mark you as mine. I want to plant my seed in
your bottom. I want you to be mine as I am yours. Only when we are each a
part of the other can we be one. I want you----now." Fazzi pleaded. "Just
this once before I leave. I will never ask you again, please. I will be as
gentle as possible and if it hurts too much I will stop."

"You know I will do just about anything for you, habibi, but this is asking
too much. You are crossing that line."

"Please, I will not hurt you, by Allah I swear." He said with tears in his
eyes. "Just let me enter you. If it hurts I will pull out. "

"I wanted this evening to be special. Now you have ruined it. I don't know
how many times I have told you that I can't give you what you want, at
least not now. Now I'm going back to my own bed." He said as he sat up and
started to get out of bed.

"No don't go, please don't leave me tonight. If you can't let me do it now,
when will I be able to do it to you? Just tell me that there is a chance
that I will be able to feel my cock in your ass soon. I just want it one
time then I will be your slave for the rest of out lives." Fazzi said
grabbing Joseph by his arm and pulling him back down on the bed with
him. "Just promise me that you will, just once. I know that it is not
important to you, but I want to experience placing my seed in you."

Joseph after thinking about it for a few seconds, said, "Well OK. When you
get back we will talk about it."

"Just talk about it?"

"OK on the first night you are back, I will let you try it."

"Good, we have a deal. It is something that I will look forward to,
habibi. We will make a special evening of it. I am going to get us a pair
of tickets to the New York City Opera. Both of us are going to get dressed
in our Tuxedoes and have a night on the town. We will have dinner, the
opera and then we are going to the best hotel in the city and we will
consummate our new partnership in style. How does that sound to you?"

"Ana Bahabek Kteer, I love you very much habibi. That will give me
something to look forward to. It will also give me time to prepare myself."

"Prepare yourself? How are you going to do that?"

"While you are away I am going to buy a dildo and use it to loosen myself
up for you. I will practice in this bed, fantasizing that it is you here
with me." Joseph said. "I want our first time to be pleasant and not too
hard on you."

"Well don't make it too easy, I still want to be able to feel I took your
cherry and not some damn piece of rubber."

"I should ream it out so big that you could not feel anything." He
joked. "Just to pay you back. I am still a little pissed off that you are
going on this trip without me. I would have liked to meet your family and
have them meet me. I have no real family of my own and I looked forward to
becoming a part of your family."

"I am sorry but this will be the last time that I will plan a trip without
asking you to come along with me. But just as you are going to prepare
yourself for my entry into you, I must prepare my family for you. I think I
want them to forget our past difficulties and settle these silly vendettas
first. Then there is still the problem of your being in the Army, which
right now is in our way also. I promise that when you get out of the Army
we will go everywhere together. We will share everything together. No more
secrets between us."

"Are there secrets now?" Joseph asked. Then realized he might be pressing
too hard so he tried to soften the question. "Well I guess we all have our
hidden fears and secrets. I am not so sure I want you to know all of mine
at this time."

"Now you have got my curiosity up." Fazzi playfully teased him.  "Tell me
one of your secrets."

"If I did that then it would not be a secret any more would it?" Joseph
laughed.

"Just one little hidden bit of information that you have been hiding from
me." Fazzi begged. "One secret that I can blackmail you with."

"Promise you won't tell." Demanded the soldier.

"By Allah I will keep your confidence until I die. I cross my heart and
hope to die if I ever divulge it."

"Cross your heart?? That is a Christian act. Am I turning you into a
Christian now?" Asked the soldier continuing in the lighthearted way that
he knew Fazzi loved.

"No you know I am not. I was using a metaphor that you would
understand. Now tell me your big dark secret."

"OK. Here it is. The big undercover hidden bit of information that you can
use to blackmail me with is that to tell the truth, it never was your
daughter that I was after. From the first time I saw you I was attracted to
you. For some time, within my mind, I had been covering up the possibility
that men might be my main attraction. However, when I saw you everything
changed. Don't get me wrong, Kassie is a beautiful woman yet when you
touched my leg and I pretended that I wanted you to stop; I really wanted
to grab your hand and press it inside my fly. I knew then that I was a
homosexual." Joseph said in the most convincing way that he could. "That's
it! My big secret! If I had to marry her to be close to you, then I would
gladly have. Everything I did was to entrap you. Right from the first time
I sat near you that Friday after Mosque."

Fazzi was flabbergasted. Joseph took him in his arms and hugged him. He
kissed his lips and then ran his tongue over his mouth. Fazzi placed his
hands on either side of Joseph's face and he held his face close to his as
he opened his mouth for the hot tongue of his lover. He sucked it in and
then continued to suck on the invader like an Ice cream Popsicle until they
broke the kiss.

"You mean it was me that you wanted all the time? You let me think that I
was chasing you while it was you that was setting a trap for me... you
sneaky 'kalb' (dog)."

"Yes, I let you chase me until I caught you." Laughed Joseph. "You make it
sound so sorted."

"No, no, no! Not sorted. It is so wonderful and so romantic! The 'old fox'
- hunted, outwitted and trapped by the young lion cub. What could be better
than that? Now my hungry lion cub NOW TAKE ME!"


"Yes! Oh yeahhhhh!" Whispered Joseph as he enfolded his happy bed partner
in his arms and rolled on top of him, kissing his lips, his eyes, his nose,
his chin, his neck and then licking from the hollow of his neck up to his
chin and along the jaw line to his ear. Sucking an ear lobe into his mouth,
his tongue tip flitted in and out of the ear and then he nibbled on the ear
lobe. He moved his hot demanding mouth back down to the panting Arab's
heaving chest. There he licked and sucked on his nipples, his teeth teasing
and biting them hard, causing Fazzi to whimper and to place his hands on
the blond headed human animal head that was taking possession of his soul
as well as his body. Down, down, the beast proceeded being guided by the
hands on his head, down the strong body to the hard-defined abdominal
muscles.  There his demanding tongue tip traced the valleys and bulges of
the rippling skin until it reached the navel. Covering the hole with his
lips he alternated between sucking on the hole and plowing his tongue tip
in and out of the buttonhole. Joseph's face was now working its way even
farther down.  Fazzi's hard leaking cock now rubbing on his neck and chin,
then along his jaw line until it was touching his ear as he kissed, licked
and almost devoured the cum filled balls set before him. His hot mouth and
tongue moved on to that sensitive area beyond that. Joseph reached up and
grabbed a pillow and pushed it under Fazzi's ass lifting it up, exposing
his 'rear door' for nibbling, licking and the pleasures of the "Thousand
and One Sexual Fantasies" conjured up in the Levantine mind of the man
pulling and scratching the bedding beneath him. His head now wildly swaying
back and forth as his Yussef, his darling animal lion cub devoured his rose
bud....

"Fuck me, Fuck me." The passion enveloped man pleaded. "Take me. Do me
NOW. I can't take any more of this."

Continuing to lick and titillate the now dilated man cunt before him,
Joseph reached over and retrieved the condom on the nightstand and slipped
it over his raging cock. Moving up and placing the Arab's feet on his
shoulders he elevated himself until his cock head was touching the
twitching love hole and then slid it deep into the warm welcoming man
pussy. Short strokes at first, followed by long deep penetrations. Fazzi
moaning and pulling at the sheets his finger nails scratching, his head
flipping from side to side in sexual ecstasy. Then it happened Fazzi
exploded, his cock pouring out hot cum between their bodies.  With each
eruption his bowels contracted around Joseph's cock milking and sucking the
love juice from his testicles through his shaft and into the condom. Even
after he had climaxed Fazzi kept squeeeeeeeezzzzzzing and bearing down on
the uncut meat of his infidel lover as it lay within his body. For what
seamed like hours they lay together reluctant to disengage.

As Joseph drifted off to sleep he thought. Damn if I didn't know better I
would think that I loved this bastard.

At the same time Fazzi, in the afterglow of sex kept thinking Yussef is
right, I don't need to be anything but what I am-I am his lover and he is
mine and who is on top does not matter. I love that lion cub and I'll take
him anyway I can get him.

The next day Joseph drove Fazzi to the airport. You would have thought that
Fazzi was a first time air traveler the way he paced up and down until his
flight was called. At the gate he hugged and kissed Joseph goodbye and then
stopping and looking back about four times to wave his hand, he made his
way reluctantly to the plane.

Allie had arranged for diplomatic privileges and accommodations. He was
traveling first class and was very comfortable, but the flight was long. He
was able to get some sleep but used some of the time to do some last minute
planning. Finally the plane landed and because of his status he was allowed
to deplane first. Waiting for him in the V.I.P. lounge was Allie and
several people from the Emirate. In the car going to headquarters Allie
filled him in on what was going on.

"Everything is set up. Everyone is housed and waiting." Allie said.  "The
delegates, if that's what you can call them, are wondering what's going
on. We have kept security real tight. They all protested when we disarmed
them. And you should have heard their objections to the body searches. They
don't like it, but then they had no choice, did they?  Bin Laden's son was
most uncomfortable with our precautions and his accommodations."

"Let him be uncomfortable for tonight. Tomorrow he could roast in hell. I
hope he and his father decide that they don't want to cooperate. We would
love to have the opportunity to make examples of them.

That night it was like old times.  Some of Fazzi's old friends had arranged
several welcoming parties at which he is asked lots of questions about
what's going on. His stock answer was to 'wait and see'.

Later, after the parties, when he was alone with Allie, his companion asked
him, "Are you nervous about tomorrow?"

"What is there to be nervous about? I will just welcome them and tell them
what the new order of things will be, which they will accept or not. If
they accept then it will be easy, if not, then the persuading will begin."
Fazzi smiled. "I am really hoping that some of them give me the chance to
'reason' with them. It has been a long time since.... Then changing the
subject he said, "Allie, by the way Yussef sends his regards. He is looking
forward to working with you when we finish here. He has agreed to your
membership on the Fund board as his advisor and junior partner and it would
make me very happy if you would agree to do this, for me, for Yussef and
our cause."

"I am very happy to have this opportunity to serve the two of you and our
cause."

The next morning from several different locations in the capitol, the
delegates were picked up and driven southwest of Damascus to a deserted
village about a mile from the Armistice line with Israel. The village or
what was left of it was called Quneitra. In the old days, before its
capture by Israel, it had been the capitol city of the Golan Heights. It
was returned to the defeated Syrian government as part of the armistice
agreement arranged by Secretary of State Dr. Henry Kissenger in the 1970's,
but the Syrians had refused to rebuild it. They did keep a small army base
near the edge of town. The base was to protect the road to Damascus that
was an extension of the old Jerusalem-Damascus Road made famous by
St. Paul. And it was also the main route that the Israeli Army might use if
they were to launch a drive on the Syrian capital. It was in the ruins of
the old City Hall building, under tight security that the delegates were
assembled to hear what the Emirate and it's appointed leader, Fazzi, now
had to say.

"Look around you." Fazzi started his speech. "Look at this once proud city
where we are assembled. It is not by chance that the Emirate has chosen
this place for our meeting.  Here you see the fruit of our stupidity. This
is what we harvest when we are divided." He let it sink in, then continued,
"Idiocy, wastefulness, and yes, damn it, shameful defeat. The time has come
to change all that. We can no longer tolerate the errors of the past. Our
people demand unity. Unity of purpose, unity of leadership and unity of the
Muslim nation. The Emirate has appointed me as their leader. They have
decided that the day of such small independent groups as I see here before
me today, that day is over. As of now we speak and act with one voice."

Rumblings were heard in the audience.  Fazzi stood tall, proud and defiant
before this group of rather unhappy individuals. All of them had been
ordered to attend this meeting. Yes, in most cases, it was a polite
invitation, but everyone knew full well that it was really a command. As
much as they craved their independence and freedom of action, Fazzi was
right. After all these years of struggle, it had got them absolutely
nowhere. They were all wanted men, living on borrowed time.  All of them
were wanted by the security services of most of the civilized world. With
rewards of millions of dollars on their heads and without the protection of
the Emirate there was no hope to survive. Sooner or later they would be
hunted down and one by one they would be eliminated. They all knew this and
in spite of their public appeals to be martyred and sacrificed for Allah,
not one would take that road for himself or his family. It was a tribute to
the new and increased power of Fazzi and the Emirate that they were able to
assemble and gather here in the first place.

"All of you, with one exception are here as the leaders of your
groups. Some of you I have had the pleasure of knowing personally but
what's more important is that you know who I am and for whom I speak. If
any of you have any objections to my leadership, I suggest you forget those
objections. I speak for the new order of things. We are one nation, one
Arab nation, and one Muslim nation from this day forward. The Emirate is
"The New Caliphate". We are here to assert the fact that we are in fact
reborn, here, today and forever more. You are here to be told that from now
on you are part of our army, all of you. You are now one army. No longer
independent small groups, but one unified army.  Now, as our army, all of
the planning, support and money will be controlled and regulated by the
Emirate. There will be no more outside financing. No more having to run and
beg for funds. To facilitate this, as of this morning, all of your accounts
have been consolidated into one fund. Your organizational as well as
personal finances are under the control of the Emirate. Anyone who thinks
he can get around this, will, shall we say, have a rather hard time raising
funds and will be dealt with very quickly and efficiently. That includes
any and all of you who until this morning had your own private funds.  As
of now you no longer have them. Your accounts, both the public and private
ones, have been frozen and in all cases they have been outright taken
over. You will now submit all requests to us and we will dole out that
money for your operations. And--all operations will be planed, approved and
executed under the watchful eye of the Emirate."

A loud outburst arose and people were on their feet yelling and shaking
their fists. A few tired to leave, but were stopped at the doorway by armed
men blocking their escape. There now appeared an armed bodyguard around
Fazzi.  "Sit Down Gentlemen and shut up." Fazzi commanded. "It has been
decide that that is the way it will be...." He said letting his suit jacket
fall open revealing a holstered 45 cal. semi-automatic. "Unlike some who
have done this in the past, let me assure you that this is not for
dramatics. At this stage in my life I would rather not have your blood on
my hands, but I want, demand and insist that every one of you agree to
this. If you don't-absolutely no more support of any kind will ever be
given to you and that includes your right to the protection you now get
from your fellow Muslims. You will be outlaws and you all know what that
means. You and every member of your family will be made to suffer for your
unfortunate choice.  Not one of you will find a safe haven anywhere in the
Muslim world. I ask and demand that you sit down and think about this
hard. There will be no second chances. Is that clear? Now I will permit
each of you to ask two questions and only two. After that, never again will
we permit another disgusting outbreak like we just saw."

An eerie silence descended on the group. Then a few hands were cautiously
raised and a few honest questions were asked and answered. Most of the
queries dealt with fund allocations and other problems. Fazzi was not too
surprised however he was disappointed that there was so little opposition
or resistance offered. As the meeting wore on, he could see that most, if
not all of them, were resigned to the new order of things and the only
problem he could see was that there would now be a rush to secure what
funds would be available.  Most of the smaller groups were glad that they
would no longer have to spend time on fundraising and whatever money they
now got would most likely be more than they could collect themselves. The
larger groups (the richer groups) tended to dislike the new arrangement,
but wisely kept their thoughts to themselves. They figured that it was best
to hold their doubts to themselves for now or at least until they saw how
things sorted out.

One man was not convinced however and had the audacity to express his
views. He told Fazzi and the Emirate They could go to hell and that he
would never submit to their 'takeover' of his group. Fazzi tried to calm
him but he kept interrupting the meeting. Finally, at a signal from Fazzi,
a group of security people surrounded him and placing their arms under his,
they lifted him up and dragged him up to the speakers platform where Fazzi
again asked if he would bring his organization into the fold. He told them
there was no way he would do that. Fazzi pulled his gun from his holster
and declared, "in the name of the Emirate, you and your family no longer
exist." And he shot him. "Now is there any one else who wishes to question
my leadership? Are there any others that do not except the rule of the
Emirate? Remember - One nation - one voice." Hearing only silence, he
continued, "Good then get this trash out of here, clean up this mess. The
questions are over? Tomorrow we begin a new chapter in our struggle to
regain our honor. We will meet here to ratify the articles of
unity. Tonight we will camp here as our forefathers did in tents under the
stars."

Earlier in the day, high on Mt. Herman at the Israeli outpost, Mitzpe
Shelagim, lookouts were surprised to see the unusual activity going on in
the abandoned town. They had reported seeing numerous buses arrive earlier
in the day and had been told to keep an eye on the place and report
anything new to headquarters. Ever concerned about changes in the town and
the surrounding areas, a special alert was issued. Not waiting for central
headquarters to authorize it, a Special Forces team made up of mostly
Israeli Druze was sent to infiltrate, penetrate and report on what was
going on. Now in the early evening they were reporting what looked like
many campfires and Bedouin tents being erected in the area. This was
unusual because while they had seen electric lights sometimes at night
there never was this much activity before.  When word of what the local
field commanders had done came into central H.Q., the field commanders were
told that they knew what was going on but to keep an eye on the situation
and keep H.Q. advised and to report back everything that was going on.

The Special Forces Team reported that while they were able to get fairly
close, they said that there were many Syrian soldiers gathering around the
town.  They had spotted several people of interest in the assembled
group. However, they were told to return across the boarder and await
orders.

The next morning the "guests" were assembled in the meeting room where
Fazzi read out to them the articles of unity and then he had each one sign
them and sign additional papers granting the Emirate full control over
their financial assets. Fazzi handed all the paperwork over to Allie and
told him to take it back to the Emirate for safe keeping.

"Now gentlemen we shall start to plan our next operation." Fazzi said. "It
will be spectacular. We are going to hit more targets than we have ever hit
before. They will all be coordinated to happen at the same time and will
drive the infidels to their knees. The tunnels under the North Sea, the
Holland and Lincoln tunnels and the Washington Bridge in New York and the
Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. We shall make the earth quake with
our....."

The ground did rumble. The observers on Mt. Herman heard several enormous
explosions and saw massive amounts of soil rise into the air. They saw and
photographed several columns of Syrian troops with fixed bayonets move into
the area killing everything that moved. They took no prisoners. Having left
early, only Allie had escaped. He was halfway to Damascus when he had felt
the force of the explosions. At first he thought if might have been an
Israeli Air strike, but then he saw the Syrian Infantry units moving into
the town and witnessed the shooting and bayoneting any and all
survivors. Fazzi must be dead, he thought. What am I to do now? They are
going to think the Emirate set them up. What is left of the terrorists are
going to come after me. He made it into town and called his Emirate contact
and told him what had happened.

They could not believe it. "Everyone is dead? And the Syrians did it? You
are sure of this? It was not an Israeli air attack?"

"I saw it with my own eyes." He said. "If Fazzi had not given me those
signed papers and told me to get them to you I, too, would be dead."

"Bring them to us. At least we can confiscate their money." They directed
him to their offices.

When he was able to meet with them he wondered to himself how come they
were still able to function in the open and that the Syrians had not closed
down their offices. Could it have been that they were the instigators of
all this. Instead of asking that question his first question to them was,
"What are you going to do with Fazzi's estate, he left everything to that
adopted son of his."

"There is nothing we can do about that. We would have to fight that in the
American courts. It could take us years and it might uncover a lot of
things we may not want to have revealed. Things, like the extent of our
involvement in the fund.  If the American government were to find out about
that, they would just seize it and we will loose everything.  Maybe we can
get this Yussef to use the money for humanitarian enterprises and we will
be able to get some good out of it."

"What do you want me to do now?"

"Well, first of all. Let us have those papers Fazzi gave to you." He said
as he took the papers from him. "Then if you would like, we could find a
place for you in the organization. Would you like that?"

"Yes!"

"Good!"  he said. "Now, since you know this son of Fazzi, I suggest you
contact him and tell him that bandits killed his father. While this is
cooling down a bit, if possible, we would like you to keep in touch with
him. We may be able to salvage something of this mess yet."

"I really don't think he will buy that bandit story, but if you insist, I
will try. Fazzi told me that he had told Yussef that he did not get along
with his family. Perhaps I can say a jealous family member killed
him. Americans always think we cannot get along and that we are always
looking to settle some blood feud or vendetta with a knife or a bullet."

"Yes, that is a better idea. Use that." He said smiling. "It does have that
Arabic tint to it. See you are already earning your keep. Now, how do we
convince him that the two you should work together on this fund?"

"That's easy, no problem there. Fazzi was always trying to get the two of
us to like each other and hoped we would work together. He said that he
wanted the two of us to work together on the fund project.  Maybe I can get
him to work with us. Fazzi said that he was on the edge of converting him
to Islam."

"No, absolutely no! We don't want another convert like him. We would rather
have him as what he is. We had some reservations about Fazzi's wanting him
to become a Muslim. The man is with the American Army and we just can't
take that great of a chance. It may be best to just let the fund continue
to build. In the meantime we can operate very well on these other moneys
and when America is brought to its knees we will have something more to
plunder-Wall Street!

To be continued....