“You have confirmed membership in at least three of them.

State Department, most of them originating in the Middle East,” Gray responded.

Gray persisted and al-Omari refused yet again, adding that “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “There are currently ninety-three terrorist organizations in the world as recognized by the U.S. Al-Omari was to become a spy for the United States, infiltrating one of the deadliest terrorist organizations operating in the Middle East. I strongly suggest that we communicate in that language so there is absolutely no misunderstanding between us.” Al-Omari’s smile faded, and he sat straighter in his chair. I know that you lived in England for years and that you speak English better than you do Arabic. al-Omari, I am fluent in Arabic and can actually speak it better than you. The man promptly answered in Arabic and then smiled triumphantly. Through his headset he asked al-Omari a question in English. Though al-Omari was thousands of miles away in a facility only a very few people even knew existed, the picture and sound were crystal clear thanks to the satellite downlink. It was the same type of person who’d taken away forever the two people Gray had loved most in the world.

It was the face of a fanatic, of one possessed by a deranged evil. When he looked at someone like al-Omari, Gray couldn’t help but think of a Dostoyevsky creation, the displaced outsider, brooding, plotting and methodically stroking a weapon of anarchy. “His features were Middle Eastern, his eyes haunted but also defiant.

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