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large project with him as well as some others, and we are not getting the cooperation we would like. So it is our plan to rectify the situation in any way possible. I have been considering your apparent proficiency and have decided to use you and your comrades to help us get the project back on track.” Mohammed answered.
“We will be happy to assist you it seems like a good challenge. How well guarded will he be?”
“Very. Still the hardest part is your actions must not be traced back to us, as there are other partners involved in our project who would not look too kindly on our attempt to reorganize.”
“What is the background of your project that you would consider kidnapping someone you apparently trusted?” I asked.
“Well, I’ll tell you what I can, but the exact nature of the project must be kept secret for now. This is a cooperative venture between several groups, the problem that we are having is the goals of each group are different, and becoming more so. What we want is to have our wishes confirmed as the goal of the group. After all we have supplied almost all the financing so far.”
“How will our kidnapping him make him any more cooperative?” Sara asked.
“Well, we need a code that he has to achieve our goals. You see we set this up so that we all had to cooperate. It seemed a good plan when we started, only now everyone wants different results. So we are going to take matters into our own hands. The work will be dangerous and dirty, are you sure you’re up to it?”
“Definitely.” I replied while trying to imagine just what Mohammed’s group’s demands were to be. I seriously doubted that they would be similar to those invented by Max.
“I will need some very specific information to pull this off.” I added.
“All that you need is contained on this data stick. It includes details of the hierarchy of the Servants of Allah. Their known safe houses where Anwar might hide if he were to realize our intentions before you have him under control. Also there are several safe houses we have set up should you need them. I should also mention that while the people here on New Libya have abandoned all of the ancient customs that have hindered our growth as a people for so many years, others still hold fast to the traditions passed down from our ancestors. New Tehran is especially strict when it comes to that. All women must be covered at all times while out in public. They also are considered property, first of their fathers, then their husbands. They may be bought and sold like any other commodity. Many off world women are kidnapped and brought to New Tehran to be sold on the underground slave market. I’m telling you this because of the great beauty of your sister as well as your friend Max’s play toy. On second thought you may want to sell her there. She will bring a huge amount on the auction block.”
“I’ll consider that.” I replied, “But I do believe we are not selling either one.”
“As you wish, just get the mission accomplished and the rewards will be high.”
“We will do as you wish, Mohammed, and don’t worry we can take care of ourselves as well as the women in our charge. Now if you’ll excuse us we have many details to review and plans to make.”
As we took our leave I was tormented by the thought of Sara or Izzy in the hands of slavers, so much so that I thought I might get physically sick. Little warning bells started chiming in my head. Bells I had not heard since the murder of my family, not since the resolution I had made to never allow myself the luxury of caring for another human being the way I had cared about Susan, not since I’d left Space Force to dedicate my life to hunting down and capturing the kind of people that had destroyed my life.
Now after all this time, of living, working, and sleeping alone, along comes Sara, and the bells...
We settled in on the bridge to review the data that Mohammed had given to us.
“What cargo are we
“We will be happy to assist you it seems like a good challenge. How well guarded will he be?”
“Very. Still the hardest part is your actions must not be traced back to us, as there are other partners involved in our project who would not look too kindly on our attempt to reorganize.”
“What is the background of your project that you would consider kidnapping someone you apparently trusted?” I asked.
“Well, I’ll tell you what I can, but the exact nature of the project must be kept secret for now. This is a cooperative venture between several groups, the problem that we are having is the goals of each group are different, and becoming more so. What we want is to have our wishes confirmed as the goal of the group. After all we have supplied almost all the financing so far.”
“How will our kidnapping him make him any more cooperative?” Sara asked.
“Well, we need a code that he has to achieve our goals. You see we set this up so that we all had to cooperate. It seemed a good plan when we started, only now everyone wants different results. So we are going to take matters into our own hands. The work will be dangerous and dirty, are you sure you’re up to it?”
“Definitely.” I replied while trying to imagine just what Mohammed’s group’s demands were to be. I seriously doubted that they would be similar to those invented by Max.
“I will need some very specific information to pull this off.” I added.
“All that you need is contained on this data stick. It includes details of the hierarchy of the Servants of Allah. Their known safe houses where Anwar might hide if he were to realize our intentions before you have him under control. Also there are several safe houses we have set up should you need them. I should also mention that while the people here on New Libya have abandoned all of the ancient customs that have hindered our growth as a people for so many years, others still hold fast to the traditions passed down from our ancestors. New Tehran is especially strict when it comes to that. All women must be covered at all times while out in public. They also are considered property, first of their fathers, then their husbands. They may be bought and sold like any other commodity. Many off world women are kidnapped and brought to New Tehran to be sold on the underground slave market. I’m telling you this because of the great beauty of your sister as well as your friend Max’s play toy. On second thought you may want to sell her there. She will bring a huge amount on the auction block.”
“I’ll consider that.” I replied, “But I do believe we are not selling either one.”
“As you wish, just get the mission accomplished and the rewards will be high.”
“We will do as you wish, Mohammed, and don’t worry we can take care of ourselves as well as the women in our charge. Now if you’ll excuse us we have many details to review and plans to make.”
As we took our leave I was tormented by the thought of Sara or Izzy in the hands of slavers, so much so that I thought I might get physically sick. Little warning bells started chiming in my head. Bells I had not heard since the murder of my family, not since the resolution I had made to never allow myself the luxury of caring for another human being the way I had cared about Susan, not since I’d left Space Force to dedicate my life to hunting down and capturing the kind of people that had destroyed my life.
Now after all this time, of living, working, and sleeping alone, along comes Sara, and the bells...
We settled in on the bridge to review the data that Mohammed had given to us.
“What cargo are we
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