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themselves against the will of Allah. As the infidels would die, so would those too weak to defend Islam. Those who bent their knees to Americans. They might believe they had good cause. They might be deluded and brainwashed by the Americans into believing the Western allies were occupying the country for the benefit of all people. But it was a lie.
A lie!
    He gulped, forcing his pulse to steady. His breathing to return to normal.
    Closed his eyes. Quietly he recited the Qur’an, “ ‘Allah has borne witness that there is no God but Him—and the angels, and those with knowledge also witness this. He is always standing firm on justice. There is no God but Him, the Mighty, the Wise.’ ” He bowed his head. Then lifted his chin and spoke to the officers behind him. “It is good to be the sword of Allah.”
    Shouts erupted down the street.
    He nudged aside the curtain and peered out. Directly in front of the dilapidated home that held him in quiet repose, a half-dozen ISAF soldiers waited. NATO forces helping with security here in Afghanistan. Though they held their weapons down, tension poured off them. The gazes of his men focused on the end of the street.
    Craning to the side, he saw the cross street. Saw the American bulletproof, mine-resistant vehicle lumber across, heading north. Back to the base, no doubt. Children raced alongside, some begging candy and money.
    But one lone boy pelted the vehicle with rocks.
    Infused with pride over the youth’s behavior, he smiled. He’d find that boy. Make sure he had a home, training. Allah had given the boy a warrior’s spirit.
I will hone it
.
    He let the curtain drop back into place, a dark smudge bright against the dingy white curtain. He glanced at his hand. Light poked through the curtain and glinted against the steel. As he rotated his wrist, examining the singular beauty of the sword, the glint vanished. Reappeared.
    Smiling, he watched the life force glide along the silver surface. Two forces still competing. Steel and blood. One had surrendered a life as it chased the length of the blade.
    Just as he would chase the Great Satan. Two forces competing. Islam and America.
    They did not belong here. They did not belong in the lands of his fathers. They’d come under the ruse of peace and protecting freedom. But they’d brought death and destruction. Taken wives, mothers, fathers … children.
    And one who had betrayed his people and breathed more death upon his own people would now never draw another breath.
    “Sir,” Irfael said quietly as he came to a stop at the door. “Americans coming this way.”
    “Good.” They would find their spy—dead and unable to give them any more ammunition against the people of Islam. “Let’s go.” A tickle along the fleshy part of his hand drew his attention. A rivulet of blood slid down the side and vanished beneath the cuff of his sleeve.
    Wiping it on his pant leg, he turned. Stepped over the body.
    A sound resonated through the city. Call to prayer.
    He paused. “My rug.”
    “Sir?”
    He flashed a glare at his second. “My rug!”
    The man gave a quick nod and bolted from the room. Within a minute, Irfael returned with the mat.
    Peace. He needed peace within. Peace without. And if he had to bring all of hell to the world to do it, he would. Determining his position to the sun, he spread the mat on the floor. Watched as the threads greedily consumed the blood and drew the dark stain farther into itself.
As I will for you, Allah. I am your servant
.
    And he knelt.

        Four        

    W hat in the name of all that’s holy were you thinking?” Lance paced, feeling the thump of his blood pressure in his temple. Straining against his neck. “This is the mother of all screwups, gentlemen.”
    He shoved his hand through his short wavy hair, wanting to scream. Wanting to throttle each and every one of them. “That shop, the one where you killed a man and destroyed the wall, and therefore ruined the