A tall and Broad shoulder 22-year-old Syrian Arab man is standing on the bed of a pickup truck looking across the top of the cabin a soft white head scarf with green designs wrapped across his forehead nose and lips leaving only his hazel eyes and white cheekbones visible
The sun is high and Illuminating a sweltering desert heat hovers over the golden sand dunes
He is a head taller than the average Syrian man with a body fit for a prince he wears a white cotton button-up shirt which covers his arms his pants are in olive green relaxed fit and a luxury cotton the hot air relaxed his body but his energy surged in his blood like a full tank of gasoline his two green gloved hands raised binoculars to his eyes from a distance of 2 km is the Cove of sandstone Mansions of 2004
A heavily embellished door opens and the figure of a woman steps outside locking the door behind her her loose flowing dress Cascades around her and she walks as if her feet are grazing across a cloud of air as she moves over the stone walkway with her nose turned up she is the wife of the industry minister of the intern government of Iraq
She disappears into the driver's seat of a black BMW which that shining in the glare of the afternoon sunlight the sedan pulls away from the palm tree line driveway
He pounds from the back of the truck onto the hot sand let's go he said to the driver a fast sleek black motorcycle stands next to the truck he straddles it and starts the engine 2 minutes later the two vehicles enter a street on the city Edge he Parks the motorcycle on the side of the street and starts walking a short distance towards the big house where the wife of the Iraqi industry Minister had emerged only minutes before he looks like any other man who may live on the street unwrapping his nose and lips from the head scarf he strolls casually like it was his own home he is approaching
He slips across the side yard at the same time his brother passes slowly and continue down the street in the pickup truck his long legs bring him swiftly and silently to the rear door of the hall his eyes swoop across his right and left side as he pulls two small pics from his pocket he grabs the pics with gentle Strokes to the door lock
Chick chick check check click Swoop
He turns the door knob the door release itself from the door frame and drifts back on its hinges
There is a large room with white marble floor and a staircase in its Center he strides light and quick on the glossy surface climbing the steps to the second floor at the end of the hallway is a big room with painted wooden dresser having many drawers he slides open the top drawers where lay sparkling and glittering stones of Many Colors on rings necklaces earrings and bracelets of gold and silver
He Scoops them into his hand and placed them into a handkerchiefs and puts them in his pockets he takes back down the staircase and out the front door like a bird on wings effortlessly carried back down the street to his motorcycle where he parked it as he accelerates out of the city Side the space of the desert opens up all around him and white sand dunes undulate as far as the eye can see when sales past him as he rides his spirit is flying free this is joy
After 30 minutes they Park their Vehicles near cave in a rock out prepping there is miles of Silence now between him and the city he sits in the shade of the boulders and unwraps the jewels from handkerchiefs in his pockets
White and colored diamonds on rings Ruby and emerald pendants on gold necklaces Jade's and turquoise embedded in silver earrings and bracelets he holds them in his fingers and watches the light catch their facets
A young man emerges from the tunnel near him Ahmed a new shipment arrived at the International Airport the shipment contains armored vehicles and due for transport to the nearby City in a couple of days we will go tonight by the Light of the Moon and place the bombs on the highway inshallah they will be disrupted from reaching their destination may God help us to Victory allahu akhbar
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