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anonymously to sexy underwear dispatched by female admirers. It was one of the trials of being elected to the most powerful office in the land that you were the subject of reverence, revile and sexual attraction all at once.
    'The package was declared safe,' Stevens added, 'but these are the exact details of the contents and the delivery. I thought you might like to see them before we get down to specifics.'
    The President took the single page that Stevens offered, and read.
     
    FBI REPORT on package delivered to Saudi diplomat Mohammed Faud, at Georgetown, November 11th.
    PACKAGE:
    One (1) standard A4 size Jiffy bag, addressed to the President of the United States.
    CONTENTS:
    One (1) standard 60-minute magnetic videocassette, of possible Far East manufacture, contained in a clear, hard plastic wallet. Recorded contents: an eight minute thirty-two second (8:32) recording.
    Two (2) typed pages, all on A4 size sheet paper. The pages contain a list of Arab names.
    One (1) written page, which pinpoints the location of a left luggage box — number 02-08 at Gate C, in Washington's Union Station. PRELIMINARY FORENSIC ANALYSIS OF CONTENTS: None of the three pages showed up any fingerprints during tests. The cassette also appears to contain no fingerprints or other identifiable forensic marks, internally or externally, nor have the internal mechanics of the cassette been interfered/tampered with. According to the date stamp on the visual contents, the recording on the tape was made on November 1st, at 9 p.m. NOTE: The cassette was discovered by Saudi Arabian diplomat Mohammed Faud when the package it contained was left outside on his porch at his home in Georgetown at approximately 12.15 a.m. on the morning of November 11th, having answered a ring to his doorbell. There was no trace of the person(s) who delivered the videotape, but Faud reported that he thought he heard a car start up and drive away shortly after his doorbell rang. Investigation is continuing.
     
    The President considered the report, then sat back in his chair. 'And what exactly does this tape contain?'
    Stevens gestured to a TV/video recorder in a corner, for the President's personal use. 'If I may show you, sir?'
    'I take it that's the primary reason you're here, Doug.'
    'Yes, sir. But a word of warning, Mr President. You better prepare yourself for a shock.'
    Stevens crossed the room, switched on the TV and video, and slid in the cassette. He stepped back, holding the remote control, pressing several of the buttons until the screen nickered to blue. Seconds later, it dissolved to black lines, and then the figure of an Arab man emerged, only his head and chest visible. He appeared to be in his middle forties, his face soft, gentle looking. He wore typical Islamic dress: a grey half-turban and a white kafiya. At first, the man's dominant feature appeared to be his dark, bushy beard, streaked with grey. But on closer study it was his eyes which held the attention. Dark brown, hinting at compassion, but with the diamond-hard glint of the fanatic. It was a face President Andrew Booth was familiar with. A face that promptly caused him to clench his teeth in anger.
    He directed a meaningful glance at Douglas Stevens, as if to say something, but the FBI director cut in, removing two pages from an envelope he took from his pocket. 'The words you're about to hear spoken on the tape are in Arabic, sir. I've had them interpreted by our top Arab translator, Mr Edwin Marshall. This is his translated copy, if you'd care to read it.'
    Stevens handed over the pages. Almost immediately the Arab spoke directly to camera, his voice soft, almost courteous, and as he spoke the President read the translation:
     
    With the copious blessings of Allah the all powerful and compassionate, I, Abu Hasim, address myself to the President of the United States.
    I speak to you as a man of God, concerned with the suffering and oppression of the Arab peoples. For centuries now, we have been