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Authors: C. R. Daems
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slowing down the time it'll take me to react."
"As you wish ... Raifah." Actually it will be faster to knock you on your ass.
She turned to her reception party, which ironically included an interpreter. After a lot of bowing and scraping, we entered the second of several limousines. Her entourage included her two private guards, several State Department diplomatic security people, a variety of diplomats, and me. She entered the limo and waved her two private guards and me in next, then the two senior diplomats there to greet her.
We were driven to the Rayburn House Office Buildingwhere she spent the next several hours visiting various representatives. When she entered an office or room, she waved everyone off, except me. Even her guards remained outside. Since they didn't seem to mind, it must have been normal protocol. I stood off to the side, trying to imitate a Ghost Assassin. The meetings went on all day, continued through dinner, and at small parties well into the evening. When she started to get ready for bed, I got ready to leave.
"Lynn, I'd like you to stay the night, if that isn't too much of an imposition. The suite is large enough for you and my guards to find accommodations. I'll clear it with Mr. Witton."
"I don't mind, Raifah. It'll lessen the commute." And lengthen the boredom .
"Thank you. Jaffar and Nasser are excellent guards. I trust my life to them in Libya." She turned to her guards and smiled. They nodded. I detected a slight smile from both. "But this is America. It will take them more time to recognize and react to a threat."
I worked out a schedule with the two guards for sleeping. When my turn came, I walked to the second bedroom, stopped, and turned to her guards. "Shoot anything that comes through that door. We can determine who it was later."
They smiled, thinking it a joke. In fact, I was serious.
***
The routine was boring as usual. Raifah entertained a few Arabic officials in her suite, visited various senators and representatives, and attended multiple dinner functions held in her honor. She insisted her guards be stationed close and me closer. I would've bet that ninety percent of the guests didn't know who or what I was. Probably thought I was some kind of personal servant.
Five days after arriving, Raifah had been invited to talk with the secretary of state. She exited the hotel with her guards, several security people, and me. When she was only a few feet from the car, I grabbed her around the waist and slammed her to the ground. Pulling her close to me, I rolled over and over again, as fragments of cement from bullets hitting the sidewalk bombarded us. Within seconds, her security men joined us. Nasser lay on top of her while Jaffar stood with his gun out, but unsure of the assassin's location. Her diplomatic security detail now had their guns out. I managed to get my Glock free and began shooting at the roof of the building across the street. I was unlikely to hit the gunman, but at least it might keep his head down. If nothing else, it should alert everyone to the general location of the shooter. Several of my bullets sprayed cement from the ledge where he had been. A few cleared the ledge, but I doubted they hit him. I emptied my Glock, but couldn't get at another clip with Raifah pressed against me and Nasser's arms wrapped around both of us. Jaffar had begun shooting not too long after he saw the direction I was firing. The diplomatic security men had decided to cluster around Raifah.
Too late boys, the party's over , and the featured guest went home.
"That was exciting," Raifah said as Jaffar helped her up. Nasser sat holding his leg, which was leaking blood. I took out my knife, cut off a piece of my shirt, and made a tourniquet, tightening it with my knife. "Would someone please get Nasser a doctor!"
Raifah, Nasser, Jaffar, and I sat in her suite that evening, after her visit to the secretary of state. They'd had a long talk about the American and Libyan relationship
"As you wish ... Raifah." Actually it will be faster to knock you on your ass.
She turned to her reception party, which ironically included an interpreter. After a lot of bowing and scraping, we entered the second of several limousines. Her entourage included her two private guards, several State Department diplomatic security people, a variety of diplomats, and me. She entered the limo and waved her two private guards and me in next, then the two senior diplomats there to greet her.
We were driven to the Rayburn House Office Buildingwhere she spent the next several hours visiting various representatives. When she entered an office or room, she waved everyone off, except me. Even her guards remained outside. Since they didn't seem to mind, it must have been normal protocol. I stood off to the side, trying to imitate a Ghost Assassin. The meetings went on all day, continued through dinner, and at small parties well into the evening. When she started to get ready for bed, I got ready to leave.
"Lynn, I'd like you to stay the night, if that isn't too much of an imposition. The suite is large enough for you and my guards to find accommodations. I'll clear it with Mr. Witton."
"I don't mind, Raifah. It'll lessen the commute." And lengthen the boredom .
"Thank you. Jaffar and Nasser are excellent guards. I trust my life to them in Libya." She turned to her guards and smiled. They nodded. I detected a slight smile from both. "But this is America. It will take them more time to recognize and react to a threat."
I worked out a schedule with the two guards for sleeping. When my turn came, I walked to the second bedroom, stopped, and turned to her guards. "Shoot anything that comes through that door. We can determine who it was later."
They smiled, thinking it a joke. In fact, I was serious.
***
The routine was boring as usual. Raifah entertained a few Arabic officials in her suite, visited various senators and representatives, and attended multiple dinner functions held in her honor. She insisted her guards be stationed close and me closer. I would've bet that ninety percent of the guests didn't know who or what I was. Probably thought I was some kind of personal servant.
Five days after arriving, Raifah had been invited to talk with the secretary of state. She exited the hotel with her guards, several security people, and me. When she was only a few feet from the car, I grabbed her around the waist and slammed her to the ground. Pulling her close to me, I rolled over and over again, as fragments of cement from bullets hitting the sidewalk bombarded us. Within seconds, her security men joined us. Nasser lay on top of her while Jaffar stood with his gun out, but unsure of the assassin's location. Her diplomatic security detail now had their guns out. I managed to get my Glock free and began shooting at the roof of the building across the street. I was unlikely to hit the gunman, but at least it might keep his head down. If nothing else, it should alert everyone to the general location of the shooter. Several of my bullets sprayed cement from the ledge where he had been. A few cleared the ledge, but I doubted they hit him. I emptied my Glock, but couldn't get at another clip with Raifah pressed against me and Nasser's arms wrapped around both of us. Jaffar had begun shooting not too long after he saw the direction I was firing. The diplomatic security men had decided to cluster around Raifah.
Too late boys, the party's over , and the featured guest went home.
"That was exciting," Raifah said as Jaffar helped her up. Nasser sat holding his leg, which was leaking blood. I took out my knife, cut off a piece of my shirt, and made a tourniquet, tightening it with my knife. "Would someone please get Nasser a doctor!"
Raifah, Nasser, Jaffar, and I sat in her suite that evening, after her visit to the secretary of state. They'd had a long talk about the American and Libyan relationship
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