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The end of chapter 20
The soldier's fingers slipped down to the Arab's ass and pulled the Arab firmly into his groin so that he could feel his growing hardness and whispered into his ear, "Damn it, you caught me in my first lie. When I parked my car and saw a strange car outside I knew that I could not just run in here and rape you. I had to think quickly and come up with a cover story. The best cover story is always based on some truth and even though everything I told your friends tonight is the truth-Habibi the real truth is that I wanted and needed you." He said kissing him passionately and then grabbing his hand and pulling him along up the stairs to their bedroom, he continued, "and to prove it I'm going to fuck the shit out of you all night long........."
The Three-Day Pass chapter #21
"Let's kill him!" Hassan said.
"Who?" Asked the driver.
"The soldier, of course." Came the answer. "Fazzi is an idiot who thinks with his dick, not his brain. Something just does not ring true with that Yussef. I can't put my finger on it but there is just something that I don't like about him."
"I'm glad it is me and not you that has to make these judgments. You would have had us kill off half the population of the United States by now." Allie said shaking his head as they drove back to the City. "Did you forget, and need I remind you, that we were only sent to see what Fazzi was up to and to check out this idea of his? That is our mission. We have no authority to kill anyone. Besides from what I can see and understand of this operation it looks as if Fazzi has hit on one hell of an idea. For now, everything looks good, very good."
"Yes it does look good - too good. Are the Americans really that stupid as to allow all this money to flow through their country and to be distributed to all of our people in Hamas, Hezbollah, Al-Qaeda and all the rest of our groups, and on top of that, invite two Syrian diplomats onto an American Army base?" Hassan asked.
"They are not so much stupid-as much as they are naive.
They go out of their way to try to distinguish between Good Muslims and Bad Muslims. They even help elect one of us to be Secretary General of the UN. They support Muslim countries to be members of the Security Council and then elevate Syria to chair the Human Rights Commission, whatever that is." Allie said as they crossed the bridge and headed downtown to the consulate.
"That is like putting the fox in charge of the chicken house." Hassan said.
Allie laughed as he continued, "They really believe that there is a difference between what we choose to call Freedom Fighters and they call terrorists. They think that they are separate independent groups and that they have no central command structure. Even after 9/11, they still did not think it was possible for Muslims to even conceive of such a plot, much less have the expertise to carry it out. They never had a clue that the order came from Iran and Syria, not Al Quad. Most Americans think this because they either don't know or don't wish to know. They cannot or will not conceive of a culture that considers it a duty to kill as many nonbelievers as possible even if you give up your own life in the process. They consider suicide to be a sin."
"Is it not a sin?" asked Allie.
Yes it is a sin, but this is not suicide. The strapping of explosives to your body and killing as many nonbelievers as you can is religious martyrdom, worthy of a place in paradise."
"But surely there are some that know the truth."
"Yes, there are a few who do know the truth.' Allie said. "However when they try to tell it-those in power shut them up. Even when one of our own turns into a dirty traitor and tries to tell them, they think that it is impossible and they invent all kinds of conspiracy plots. So much for this American democracy shit. The truth of the matter is that this is a war between Islam and the rest of the world. Nothing less, nothing more. And that war will go on for us as long as one infidel refuses to submit. Either we win or.... There is no "OR", no compromise, no letting down our guard... However, to get back to the present problem, for now, I suggest all we can do is to run a complete check on this Joseph Benson. I want to know him from the moment he was born till now."
"But we already did that, several months back. You remember, Fazzi, as well as that fat old pig the one that wanted to marry his daughter, asked us to run a security check on the soldier."
"I know they asked us to run one on him a few months back and he checked out OK but there must be something that we missed. Something that he is hiding, some little thing that we missed and I want to know it." Allie said. "No one is or can be that clean."
"We both know of Fazzi's taste for young men. You and I both saw his methods and the things he got away with in Lebanon. We know how he used his wife. Do you believe he would use his daughter in the same way? Do you doubt he used her to seduce the soldier?" Hassan asked smiling. Now that they are engaged, he sends her away and uses the time to bend him to his will."
"It is possible. Yeahhhhh! Now that makes a lot of sense and would be in the old Fazzi style. Yes, I'll bet my life on it." Allie said. "That must be it! It has to be it! The old fox, he is back to his old shit. He promises him his daughter, seduces him and knowing the American Army's hatred of homosexuals, he then blackmails him. I bet he even has photographs of the two of them in bed together. Who knows, that old pervert might even have made that young fool fall in love with him. Then he sends his daughter and wife away so he can have the young cock all to himself... Yeahhh, that old sly fox is up to his old tricks again...but just to be sure, you run that check on this Joseph again. See if you come up with something new. And I want the report by Wednesday."
"If I find out anything about him-we can always kidnap him, take him back to Syria and question him. Will you permit me to handle his interrogation?" Asked the smiling Arab.
"If it makes you dig deeper, I will turn him over to you and we will not have to take him to Syria. We can do it here at anyone of a dozen locations. But, it must be proven that he is not what he says he is. No falsifying the report. No testimony from questionable sources. He must be guilty beyond any shadow of a doubt, and then some."
"Why? You never required such proof before."
"This involves Fazzi Muhammad you fool. Fazzi Muhammad is a very powerful enemy to make. I swear that man is like the proverbial cat; he has nine lives and more. He has friends and relatives all the way up. He is the darling of the fundamentalist clergy and it is said that he is related to the President. It was on their orders that Fazzi was sent to the United States in order to establish this undercover route for the illegal funds we have been amassing. Do you think they would entrust anyone with all that hidden money? All that money from the drugs, the cigarette smuggling and the other little legal and illegal enterprises we have going for ourselves over here, Soon, soon, we will soon be able to move it all out of the country. And for now it looks like he has succeeded above and beyond their fondest dreams. Once his operation gets started he will be unstoppable. He will become the new "Ayatollah", the richest and most powerful of them all. For now he is acting under the direct orders of the highest authority, and you can bet that he reports everything to them, including his affair with this Yussef, if there is an affair. Not only would they know of it-but they probably approved it, if not suggested it themselves." Allie said, "but above all this, not one of them will ever admit to having made a mistake. They would rather kill all of us, you, me and all of our families than to admit that they were wrong. They would kill us and then later blame the whole thing on you and me. They are god or have direct information as to the will of god and god does not make errors."
"Then what's the sense of conducting the investigation?"
"Because, if I am to die, I would just like to know for my own benefit." Allie said. "I want to be sure that they are right. I hope Fazzi is clean in this because if he is not then anyone who worked with him in the past will go down and that includes you and me and our friends and family. None of us will have existed. That's the way they work it."
Even though it was late when they got back, Hassan went right to work on the report. He put his best operatives on the job. They had operatives find and talk to the soldier's parents and ex-girl friends, as well as anyone who had known him while he was growing up in Malone, New York, the small town where he was born. There was not one bit of damming evidence. They found out that his weekly visits to and with the Worthington's at their homes were always at the prodding of Fazzi. There was evidence that Joseph did not even want to associate with Worthington, but that Fazzi had insisted that he do so, because he needed the American to front for the Club. All the proof showed that it was Fazzi and not Joseph that had insisted that the soldier form a relationship with Worthington. It appeared that the only thing the young soldier wanted-was to screw the daughter and that he would do anything in order to get her. The additional fact that Fazzi had started to teach him about Islam in hopes of converting him before the coming marriage to his daughter only frustrated their efforts and proved that it was Kassie he wanted. The only thing that caused them problems was that ability of his to pick up the Arabic language.
By Wednesday Hassan had his report ready. "NOTHING NOT A DAMN THING!" Reported Hassan. "And I really tried to dig up something. I wanted to learn something, anything. I had visions of his body hanging from a hook while I cut that white skin of his off his body, layer after layer. I saw his body twist and turn as he screamed, the blood running slowly out of him while he pleaded to confess to anything. But nothing, not a damming piece of really hard evidence, except that Fazzi has him living in a room next to his. I do not know if they share a bed. My guess is that they do. But even if they were screwing each other every night what would it prove? Hell even when we questioned the household staff we did not get anything to confirm or even suggest anything out of the way. Most of them thought that Fazzi was just training Yussef on how to be a good Muslim and keeping an eye on him for his daughter. Making sure that when the time came for their marriage, that Yussef will willingly convert and be a good Muslim husband for his daughter. I even checked up on Kasemah."
"What were you able to get from her?"
