Pursuit of Honor

chapter 55
NORTHERN ARKANSAS

HAKIM stayed in the overstuffed leather chair and carefully chewed a banana. Between bites he sipped the warm lemon water Ahmed had prepared for him. The tall Moroccan was outside doing a sweep of the property-his punishment for nursing Hakim. Hakim could tell it bothered Karim that Ahmed was trying to take care of him. He had always held the frail in contempt. Even when they were young. He had no time for excuses or kids who claimed to be infirm.

Hakim watched him pace from one end of the house to the other and could tell he was irked to be in the presence of his feeble friend. Never mind that he had caused the injuries. Karim was far too narcissistic to own up to that. In his mind, Hakim had deserved the beating, and he had done nothing more than carry out the punishment. Karim probably thought that if his friend had been in better shape, he would have suffered less from the blows. None of it actually made any sense, but it allowed him to rationalize away his guilt and look down on his injured friend with disgust.

The front door opened and Ahmed entered the room. He leaned his rifle against the wall and took the binoculars from around his neck.

With flushed cheeks he said, "The perimeter is secure. No sign of anyone."

Karim stood with his deliberate military posture and looked out the big window. "I heard a dog."

"Yes," Ahmed said with a slight bow of his head. "From down the hill. The next house. Eight hundred meters away. There are several of them."

"Are they fenced in?"

"No."

"And what should we do if they wander up here?"

Ahmed looked nervously at Hakim for help and then said, "Shoot them?"

"Maybe." Karim slowly turned and looked him in the eye. "I do not like this place."

"Why?" Hakim asked, inserting himself into the conversation.

Karim looked as if he might not answer the question, and then said, "There is too much we do not know."

"Such as?" Hakim asked

"We do not know if someone is expected to show up. They could have deliveries. The phone has already rung twice." He looked to the photos on the mantel. "Family may live nearby."

He was right, but all of that could have been avoided. He gambled and decided to point out the obvious. "Maybe if you weren't so quick to kill everyone we stumble upon, we might be able to answer some of your questions."

Karim looked to Ahmed and shook his head. It was one of those looks that said, See... what I have been telling you. Turning back to his old friend, Karim said, "What is wrong with you? Why must you argue with everything I say?"

"Why must you kill every person we come across?"

Karim looked with thinly veiled contempt at his friend. He was like a sick dog that needed to be put down, and if he didn't do it quickly, the disease was likely to spread to Ahmed. They were going to have to leave this place. The woman was still in the bed. He'd considered moving her but the pillow, sheets, and mattress were soaked with blood. The old man and the dog were in the corner of the garage under a tarp. He might as well kill Hakim in the leather chair and leave him there. Maybe even make it look like a suicide to confuse the police. That was a good plan. Trash the place, shoot his friend in the side of the head, and put his gun in his hand. Karim was considering how he would move into position without alerting Hakim when Ahmed stepped between them and pointed at the TV.

"It has started," Ahmed said.

They all turned their attention to the TV and watched as the American president stepped up to an outdoor podium. He began reading a prepared speech. Karim scowled at the man and briefly imagined what it would be like to kill the president of the United States. That would surely earn him eternal glory in the eyes of Allah and his fellow Muslims the world over. The president droned on about the hard work, duty, sacrifice, and perseverance of the rescue workers, emergency personnel, and law enforcement over the past week. Karim noticed, not for the first time, that leaders the world over loved to hear themselves speak. It was as if they were a walking thesaurus. Descriptions came in threes, when one adjective would do just fine. He supposed it made them feel smart.

The president went on to talk about the losses they had suffered. He choked up at the mention of some of the friends he'd lost in the explosions and went on to talk briefly about the funerals he'd attended for much of the week. In a more commanding voice he listed half a dozen tragedies that had beset the country over the past eighty years and gave examples of how each time Americans rose to the occasion and persevered. Then he moved onto a topic that grabbed Karim's interest.

"In regard to the cowardly attacks of last week there is an untold Chapter that I had decided to keep from you until now. The reasons for not coming forward with this sooner are complicated, but in essence involve issues of national security. In addition to the three restaurants that were bombed last week a federal facility in Virginia was also attacked. There has been no shortage of rumors in regard to the facility itself and the attack on it. I'm here this morning to put those rumors to rest. The facility that was attacked was the National Counterterrorism Center. As the name would suggest, this relatively new building houses elements of the both the FBI's and the CIA's counterterrorism units as well as personnel from over a dozen other agencies and organizations. The building is the nerve center for the battle against terrorism. Just hours after last week's cowardly attacks in Washington, D.C., a..."

Karim pointed at the TV and began screaming. "Cowardly! He puts pilotless drones in the air over Pakistan and fires on villages with women and children and he dares call us cowards."

Hakim thought about pointing out the fact that the reason those missiles were fired was that al Qaeda liked to hide behind the skirts of the very women he was describing, but he thought that might finally put his friend over the edge, and all things considered, he wanted to live long enough to hear the president's side of the story.

The president continued, saying, "A black Suburban disguised as an emergency vehicle showed up at the gate of the National Counterterrorism Center. Inside were six heavily armed men masquerading as SWAT personnel. They shot and killed a number of guards and then entered the building, where they proceeded to the top floor of the facility where the Counterterrorism Operations Center is located. The six men forced their way into the operations center and opened fire on the unarmed employees who were so diligently trying to aid the men and women involved in the rescue operations. Fortunately, there were a few employees who were armed. One such individual is with us here today."

The president stopped and looked over his shoulder to a younger man in a dark suit who was wearing a medal around his neck with a tricolor silk ribbon. "I'd like to introduce you to Mike Nash. Mr. Nash is a retired Marine Corps officer, and until very recently an undercover operative for the CIA's clandestine service."

Karim pointed at the TV and yelled, "That is the snake who was sending his agents into our mosques."

The president continued, "Mr. Nash was at the facility last week when it was attacked and watched in horror and confusion as the six armed men moved into the operations center in a single line and began killing his coworkers at near-point-blank range. A combat veteran and expert on tactics, Mr. Nash assessed the situation and acted decisively. Ignoring extreme danger to his own life, Mr. Nash did the last thing the terrorists expected... He charged the line of men head-on. His bravery and superb training caught the terrorists by surprise. In a matter of just a few seconds, armed with a single pistol, Mr. Nash shot and killed all six terrorists. If that wasn't enough, Mr. Nash soon realized all six men were wearing suicide vests that were on automatic timers and were set to explode in less than two minutes. Thinking quickly, Mr. Nash and his colleagues managed to get all six bodies out a sixth-floor window. The explosives then detonated without further casualties. Mr. Nash's bravery should serve as a reminder to..."

Hakim noticed the object flying through the air a split second before it smashed into the TV screen, punching a hole in the glass and sending a shower of sparks onto the carpet. He turned to see Karim standing with his fists clenched in rage and the tendons on his neck so taut they looked as if they were about to break free from his own skin.

"Lies!" Karim screamed. "All of it lies!"

Hakim stole a glance at Ahmed, who carefully had his eyes focused on the floor, too afraid to look at Karim.

"They speak of honor and courage... they know nothing of such things! Did you hear him? He said superb training!" Karim marched from one end of the room to the other and back, angrily stomping his feet and then kicking the leg of the glass coffee table so hard it shattered. "Superb training! I will show them. I will show them what bravery and courage and superb training is!" Like a feral animal he turned and faced his old friend. "And I will show you, too. You doubt my bravery! You said I sent them needlessly to their deaths! That I am too afraid to martyr myself. Well we will all martyr ourselves," he shouted. "In fact, some of us sooner rather than later. We will go to Washington and we will show the world that this president is a lying dog. I will show this Mike Nash what it is like to fight a real warrior!"