Storm Front
By Bel-wah
Disclaimer: Xena, Gabrielle and any other characters featured in the actual TV series are copyrighted to MCA/Universal and Renaissance Pictures while the rest of the story and other characters are my own.
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PART 6
What the hell am I getting us into!
Catherine Phillips stretched out her long legs, taking care not to jostle the seat-back in front of her. The interior of the Boeing 737s cabin was dim; most of the passengers were taking advantage of time between the end of the in-flight movie and their arrival in Karachi to steal an hour or twos sleep. Kate found the droning hum of the aircrafts big Pratt & Whitney engines vaguely comforting, but she refused to allow that ease to penetrate her defenses, to weaken her resolve. No, sleep was not for her.
How quickly things had fallen into place. Ahmed had offered to take them to El-Yousef, and Kate had jumped at the chance. She had fought the battle within herself and won beaten down the niggling voices in her head that told her it could be a trap. That it was too dangerous. That only a fool would follow a virtual stranger into one of the most unstable regions in the world, hunting a dangerous international terrorist.
It was an absurd idea.
Insane, really.
And yet, from the moment Ahmed and proposed his plan, Kate knew there would be no turning back. To have an opportunity to get this close to El-Yousef shed waited too long, worked too hard, seen too many people die, to pass it up. To delay, to instead go through the proper international channels - it would take too damn much time, and possibly allow El-Yousef to once again slip through their grasp. That, and the fact that thanks to Mishkas letter, Ahmed seemed to trust no one save for herself and Rebecca, compelled her to act immediately. On their own. If the authorities were brought in now, Ahmed would turn and run. Shed seen the fear in his eyes that told her that much.
As a young, fast track intellectual within El-Yousefs organization, Ahmed Dushan had easily, effortlessly, found himself in an orbit drawing closer and closer to El-Yousefs inner circle. And so hed traveled on behalf of the cause: worked a semester abroad at Birktec Electronics, helped to fine-tune a communications post in Athens and, finally, just before returning to his native Kosovo, aided in establishing the Chosen Ones newest stronghold in Birat.
Ahmed swore to Kate that he would be able to get her in and out of El-Yousefs camp, undetected. It wouldnt be easy, and there would be hardships along the way, but the young Muslim was confident they could safely penetrate the camps defenses, get to the communications array hidden in the hills above the sleepy mountain village, and secure the information that would permanently bring down El-Yousef.
"Would you like some water?"
A soft, lilting voice at her elbow roused the pilot from her thoughts. An airhostess dressed in conservative maroon slacks and a long tunic top smiled down at her, proffering a tray of water.
"Thanks," Kate said gratefully, feeling the scratchy dryness of the recycled air against the back of her throat. She took one cup of the cool liquid for herself, and another for the blonde-headed form slumbering at her side. The attendant floated away down the aisle, her image blending into the murk of the darkened cabin. Prayers in the Air, Kate and her fellow pilots had jokingly referred to this particular Pakistani airline, as much for their aged fleet of planes as for the on-time performance of their arrivals and departures - inconsistent at best.
Still, Kate had had to agree with Ahmed; flying on an Orbis Airlines jet right the hell into Karachi was not exactly the best idea just now. Keeping a low profile was paramount. And God, if Cyrus found out what she was up to shit. Well, shed cross that bridge when she came to it. And that bridge would be in Peshawar, the gateway to the fabled Khyber Pass, and their entrance into Afghanistan. Kate had promised Rebecca she would contact Cyrus then, just to let him know where they were and what they were doing. Of course, it will be too late by then to stop us, she thought grimly.
But a promise was a promise, and she would keep it. Kate sighed deeply and drank a mouthful of the chilled water. She angled her head to better regard her traveling companion. In the gloom of the aircrafts interior, she could not prevent herself from lifting a hand and lightly running her fingers through the tousled wisps of Rebeccas hair. The sleeping woman shifted slightly at the contact, unconsciously moving closer to Kate.
Oh God, what am I getting you into, Hanson? Catherine felt a wave of emotion well up within her; powerful, insistent, and she was struck breathless by the force of it. The desire to hold, to cherish, to protect and more, that she dared not put a name to. She swallowed hard, trying to gulp down the raw, visceral feelings that threatened to swamp her. Dammit! If there was a fly in the ointment of her plan to crush El-Yousef, it was her fear for the safety of the small body curled up peacefully next to her.
Rebecca Hanson.
She who had insisted she would not be left behind and who had vowed to follow the pilot to hell and back, if necessary. And I hope it doesnt come to that.
"What?" Two sleepy green eyes flickered at her in the darkness.
"Sorry. I didnt mean to wake you," Kate said. She forced a half-hearted smile to her face and struggled to get her emotions under control. It would never do for Rebecca to know of her uncertainty, of her concerns. She had to be strong. For the both of them.
"You didnt," Becky replied, blinking away the cobwebs. "At least," she yawned, smiling, "I dont think so."
Kate pushed a plastic cup of water towards the flight attendant. "Here. Have something to drink."
"Thanks. Im parched." Becky quickly emptied the cup of its contents and turned to press her nose against a darkened window. "Where are we? Its awfully black down there."
"Over the Caspian Sea, would be my guess," Kates pilot instincts kicked in. "Just a little while longer, and well be there."
Becky returned her attention to the dark haired woman by her side. "Have you ever been to Pakistan before?"
"Nope," came the simple reply. "And I sure as hell have never been to Afghanistan." A pause. "But Ahmed seems to know what hes talking about." Kate let her eyes drift forward in the cabin to the area where she knew the young scientist had a seat. Given his concern for secrecy, Kate had thought it best that they not sit together, at least on the flight into Pakistan. Of course, thanks to international sanctions against Afghanistan, flying directly into that troubled land had been out of the question entirely.
"Do you trust him, Kate?"
The pilot thought about that before answering. "I I dont really have a choice, now do I? I have to." She looked down at Beckys upturned face. "But you do, dont you." Kate posed the question as a statement of fact.
"Yes," Beckys voice was barely a whisper. "Theres something about him. I mean, I know hes done some awful things in his past"
"Thats an understatement," Kate interjected.
"But hes trying to make up for it. To put things right." A small hand found Kates own and gently covered it. "He deserves a second chance. Everybody does, now and then, dont you think?"
The irony of that statement was not lost on the tall pilot and, chastened, she slowly nodded her head in the affirmative. "Yes, Rebecca," she agreed. "But with El-Yousef, make no mistake about it, there wont be any second chances."
And as the plane droned onward, cutting through the bleak indigo sky, Becky tightened her grip on Kates hand. The pilot returned the squeeze, with as much assurance as she could muster. Her eyes stared sightlessly ahead at the seat-back in front of her, and silently she chanted to herself over and over again that she was doing the right thing.
One chance at El-Yousef. That was all she needed just one shot at the monster. She would have that opportunity soon enough.
Be careful what you wish for, Phillips.
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The airport at Karachi was a blur of activity, even at the early morning hour in which the plane landed. Pakistans busiest airport was crowded with travelers, many wearing the traditional Islamic dress. Processing at customs and immigration was agonizingly slow, and additionally Kate found her patience sorely tried by the close quarters and the still, muggy air. She consoled herself with the knowledge that the temperature would cool soon enough once they headed to the northern, more remote region of the country. Finally, with Ahmed leading the way, they boarded a Fokker F-27 for their connecting flight to Peshawar.
The aircraft seated approximately 40 people and for this route, which was only flown once a day, the plane was nearly full. Some of the passengers were Pakistani natives, to be sure, but also there were a number of young people wearing western-style hiking clothes, laughing and talking merrily amongst themselves.
"Theyre trekkers," Ahmed said, picking up on Beckys curious stare. "The North-West Frontier Province has some of the most rugged and beautiful scenery in the world. Some climbers even use the area as a jumping off point for the Himalayas."
"I thought you said the region where were going to is wild and dangerous," Becky questioned, noting that some of the would-be trekkers looked to be barely out of high school.
"Oh, it is." Kate joined the conversation after finally giving up on her attempt to stow Beckys laptop into a tiny overhead bin that was already filled to bursting. With some annoyance, she thrust the black bag under the seat in front of her. "But that doesnt keep some crazies like us, for instance, from going there."
"For these people," Ahmed thrust a thumb at the hikers taking their seats, "its the beauty and the danger that draws them. The thrill of the challenge."
"Youre right. Not so much different from us after all," Becky said softly, turning her eyes toward Kates.
It was a quick hop from Karachi to Peshawars tiny airport, perched in between two spire-like mountain peaks. The small valley that was Peshawar was barely visible until they were right on top of it, and the buildings sprang from the earth like a rickety tinker-toy town. With snow-capped summits visible in the distance and the lands below them the color of ochre and vermilion, the stark beauty of it all took Rebeccas breath away, like frosty air on a crisp winters morning. With ghostly hands of mists rising skyward, reaching for pillowy clouds above, the flight attendant found herself reminded of the storybook land of Shangri-La. "Wow," was all she could say, speechless for once, and Catherine silently agreed, nodding her head and gazing out the small window of the Fokker.
The magical atmosphere continued on their ride from the airport to the hotel. They rode in a makeshift taxi that had last seen its prime during the days of the imperial Raj, Kate guessed, but for Rebeccas sake she was glad the driver took them on an impromptu mini-tour through the Old City of Peshawar. For there would be no time for sight-seeing on this trip, the pilot thought, her eyes narrowing as she considered their purpose here.
Peshawar was a blend of the old and new, tracing its origins back through the millennia, stubbornly eking out an existence in the thin air and rocky landscape. It was obvious, however, that at least some modern conveniences had not passed Peshawar by. A Range Rover here, a satellite dish there, and there was a riot of bazaars and turbaned vendors along the route who sold everything from tribal jewelry and oriental rugs, to TVs, VCRs and leather pistol holders. The streets were choked with foot and bicycle traffic, as well as plodding horse-drawn tongas driven by fierce-looking Pashtuns the predominant local tribe.
The driver chattered away, describing the sights in what he mustve thought was passable English, although the women could understand little of it thanks to the sharp, unfamiliar dialect.
"Are you getting any of this?" A grimace edged across Kates face as she watched the cab narrowly avoid a stand of squash set close to the road. The gap-toothed, turbaned driver was oblivious to the near miss, turning back frequently to stare at his passengers, Rebecca in particular.
"Not a bit of it," Becky grinned happily. "Just go with it, Kate!"
"Hes telling us where the good shopping deals are to be found," Ahmed said, shaking his head. "At least I think so. Special discount, he can get us. Especially for you, Miss Rebecca."
"Wha-- Hey! Watch where youre going, buddy!" Kate poked the driver in the shoulder as the cab weaved once again, barely avoiding an old man leading a balky goat by a tether. Reluctantly, the driver faced forward, still prattling excitedly.
"Jesus! What is his problem?"
"Youd better get used to it," Ahmed told the pilot, a faint smile dancing across his narrow, bearded face. "Western women are not usually found in these parts," he explained, "and a blonde woman," he looked pointedly at Becky, "is a rare sight indeed. You should prepare to be stared at."
"Thats ridiculous," Kate snapped, her nostrils flaring. "For Gods sake, were dressed conservatively enough!" She gestured towards the khaki pants and beige, long-sleeved blouses and field jackets that both she and Rebecca wore. Theyd made a point of quickly obtaining clothing better suited to the cooler, more rustic environment prior to leaving Paris. "Why, if thats not a bunch of bulls"
"Hang on, Kate," Beckys eyes lit up as the taxi lurched towards a dry goods vendor. "Ive got an idea."
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Catherine Phillips had been involved in her share of special operations in her days with the Air Force. Little unofficial or ad hoc missions, as Cyrus liked to call them. He had used her because she was good, one of the best; because she was discrete she had no one to tell; and because she was always willing to give it a go, to play full-out. No simply wasnt in her vocabulary. Despite the sometimes extreme levels of risk involved, shed never backed down. Maybe, shed wondered later, it was because in those days shed felt she had nothing to lose, really.
Libya. The Philippines. Somalia.
And that damned no-fly zone above Iraq. Or go-fly, as Kate and her colleagues had called it. There was that one hellish time when one of her sorties had gone bad. She and her wing man had been flying a couple of F-16 Falcons on what was supposed to be a quick in and out. Shed taken a few rough hits but hadnt had to bail, unlike her wing man, who had gotten nailed one time too many and went down. It had been a pitch black night with no moon; the only light in the sky had come from the Soviet-made Iraqi fighter whod come out of nowhere and let loose on them, unprovoked. Shed soon fixed that, burying an AIM-9 missile in the bastard.
Damn, that night had been one hell of a fuck-up. Shed seen her fellow pilot eject, but hadnt been able to make contact with him. The terrain below was exposed desert. So the pilot, if he had survived, was exposed too. Shed stayed above him, maintaining a sweeping, circling pattern, coordinating the retrieval effort from her position despite the static she was getting from base to bring her damaged aircraft home. But it was as if she hadnt heard. No way was she leaving her man behind, defenseless. And so, somehow, shed fought off two more enemy jets until the rescue choppers signaled that theyd picked up the pilot; unconscious, with two broken arms, but alive.
It all seemed like so long ago to Kate, but on days like these, in the middle of a strange new land with a mission weighing heavily on her mind, it seemed like only yesterday. Even now, as she reflected back on her covert operations, she marveled at them with a mixture of awe, accomplishment, and a what in the hell did you think you were doing? Shed thought when shed taken Cyrus up on his offer and joined Orbis Airlines, that shed left those dark, dangerous days behind.
Shed been wrong.
It was funny now, in a way, how quickly shed felt herself shifting into her old special ops mode. The tight, clenching feeling in her gut. How her heart raced every time she thought of what their success might mean. The way in her minds eye that she was able to see things more sharply, more clearly, focusing on the mission at hand and on nothing and no one else.
Well, almost no one else.
For this time, she had a partner along. And that made things different somehow. No better, no worse, just different. And Rebecca Hanson did not plan on simply being extra baggage along for the ride; shed already made that perfectly clear. She planned to contribute, to bear equal responsibility for their mission. Already, the pilot had found shed had to check her ego at the door and acknowledge that the younger woman did have a say in all this, one that shed do well to listen to.
Like their clothes, for instance. While Kate had been busy blustering on with the reasons why the locals should simply treat them as peers in their conservative, western dress, Becky had already been directing the driver towards a vendor where they were subsequently able to purchase more traditional garb.
Now, sitting in the relative quiet of the restaurant in the Pearl Hotel, both she and Rebecca wore the shalwar kameez a long, loose, non-revealing garment worn by men and women alike. It fit nicely over their clothes, providing an added layer of warmth against the mountain chill. Beckys was of a buff-colored cotton, with a green head-scarf and trim on the sleeves and bottom, while Kates was less decorative; a plain, functional garment the color of slate. Becky had picked up a copper bracelet in the market too, and the bangles glittered warmly in the light of a small candle that lit their table.
Gazing at her companion as they both ate an early dinner of dhal - a lentil mush - curried lamb, cabbage and rice, Kate could not help but notice how Rebeccas native attire suited her. Wayward strands of her blonde locks still peeked out from under the head scarf and, despite their long travels and the uncertainty of what lay in store, the young womans face fairly glowed with a peaceful serenity that Kate herself found strangely calming, soothing.
Noticing her stare, Becky paused in mid-bite, a spoonful of the sweet-smelling mush hovering in mid-air. The blondes gaze took in the pilot, quickly dropped down to her food, and then at last skipped around the half-full restaurant. "What do you see something?"
The words effortlessly flew out of Kates mouth before she could find either the strength or desire to stop them. "Youre beautiful," she said simply, plainly.
Immediately, a red flame ignited Beckys cheeks, and she replaced the spoon in her bowl. "Gee in this old thing?" Hands went to smooth out the folds of light-colored cloth and to push stray hairs off her forehead, but her green eyes sparkled in appreciation.
"Yup," Kate felt a grin spread its way across her face. She reached out to playfully twirl Rebeccas bracelets. "You are."
"Thanks," Becky released an explosive burst of air, gratefully returning Kates smile. "I needed that. Its been a long couple of days."
"And theyre gonna get longer." Even as the words escaped her lips, Kate hated herself for ending the moment. She saw Rebecca stiffen and nod in agreement. Well, it was true, wasnt it? It was only fair that Hanson know what they were in for.
"Youre right, Kate," Becky said, her face gone still. Serious. "And Im ready." She turned towards the doorway that connected the restaurant to the hotel bar. "I wonder whats keeping Ahmed?"
"I dont know." Kate glanced at her watch, feeling impatience begin to tickle at the base of her skull. "He was supposed to meet his so-called friend for that drink an hour ago."
"But he said it might take a while, didnt he?"
"Yeah," the tall woman grudgingly replied. Pakistan was officially a dry country, after all. The bar in their hotel was one of the few places in the area where alcohol was served, and even at that there were forms to be signed in triplicate before the first beverage would even appear. Ahmed had arranged the meeting with an acquaintance of his from his past life in this border region, an Afghan trader who ran supply convoys through the pass from Peshawar to Jalalabad and Kabul. Hopefully, he would be willing to take a couple of discrete foreigners along with him on his next trip. For a fee, of course. It had been Ahmeds idea to let him broach the delicate subject with his contact alone, at first, over a rare, friendly drink. And then, if the man were agreeable, to introduce him to the two western women.
Kate pushed away from her food, no longer hungry. "Hell, how many drinks does it take to get a yes or a no?"
"Give Ahmed some time, Kate. Hell be here." The flight attendant could see how the pilot was rapidly becoming agitated. And here, in a foreign land where the locals were unused to the likes of Catherine Phillips, that was not necessarily a good thing. "Its going to be rough going, isnt it," she changed the subject, "making our way over the pass and getting, somehow, to Birat."
"Thats putting it mildly."
"Well, Ahmed thinks its possible and I believe him." Becky held her head high, challenging her friend with that statement.
"Me too. Or else I wouldnt be here," Kate replied, quietly considering whether, if pressed, she could accurately describe just where the hell here was. "More importantly," she looked squarely at her young companion, "I wouldnt have dragged you here with me."
"Dragged is hardly the word I would use," Becky haughtily lifted an eyebrow. "I seem to recall quite clearly insisting that you take me with you to this " she waved her hand about the high-ceilinged room, " place."
"Oh yeah. You did, didnt you?!" Kate offered her companion a faint grin, knowing that there had been no question but that Rebecca would accompany her, not really.
"Kate," a moments hesitation, "Youre going to call Cyrus tonight, arent you?" Beckys voice was quiet, without reproach.
"Yes," Kate sighed. "Like I promised."
"You know," Becky began tracing small patterns with her spoon in the bottom of her bowl, "It occurred to me that nobody, besides you, I mean, knows where I am."
A shadow briefly passed over the blondes face, one that did not escape Catherines notice. In the months that theyd been together, the one thing that the older woman knew above all was that Rebecca Hanson was a sensitive soul, despite her rather feisty attempts at times to demonstrate otherwise.
Ah hell, Kate thought, Let me give this a shot. "You mean, like your family?"
"Well, yeah." Rebecca sat up straight in her chair, doing her best to appear strong. Ready for anything. "Its not that Im homesick of course," she added quickly. God, the last thing shed wanted to do was to give Kate the impression she wasnt up to the job. "After all, I know weve got work to do here, important work."
"You wanted to come," Kate said, her voice betraying no emotion. It was the truth, plain and simple.
"And I wouldnt have had it any other way," Becky fiercely replied, her feistiness rearing its blonde head. "Heck," she softened her voice, "someones gotta watch your back, Captain."
"And that someone would be you?"
Rebecca found herself on the receiving end of a blue-eyed gaze. "Yes," she said quietly, boring her eyes into Kates with an honesty of emotion that rocked the pilot back on her proverbial heels. "Its, its just ."
"What?" Kate urged her on.
"Here, in this place, were so very far away from from what and who we know. The people we care about. Mac, Rory, and"
"And Dottie?"
"Yeah, even her." A grin suddenly appeared on Beckys face and fled just as quickly, before she continued. Just being able to talk about it the isolation, the risk made her feel better. "But now, after all the hard work weve done, that youve done, its come down to just you and me, Kate. If anything were to happen to you"
"No stop thinking like that!" Kate hushed. "You and me were enough to see this thing through, Rebecca," Kate said, her eyes shining in the candlelight. "Believe in that, like I do. Okay?" She anxiously searched Beckys face for her answer, knowing she would go no further on this mission if her friend were not 100% committed, confident.
"Yeah," Becky said, smiling at last. "I do." She shook her head. "You know me, Kate. Im such a worrywart at times. Its what I do best, you know?" she laughed helplessly.
"Its okay. Its kinda nice for a change, having someone who gives a damn," Kate said, barely holding back a chuckle when she saw Beckys eyes widen as a waiter walked by with a tray bearing a head of mutton.
"Oh my," Becky swallowed hard, holding a hand up to the side of her face, blocking her view. "What was that?"
"Dinner?"
"Oh, you!!" Becky reached out and impishly slapped at Kates shoulder.
"Hey!" the pilot pushed up the sleeve of her shalwar kameez to check her watch. "Just wait a few days. Youll see!"
"Never," Becky muttered, turning a shade of green that matched the color of her scarf.
"Thats it." Kate stood abruptly, her chair almost tumbling over backwards. "I wonder how many drinks Ahmed is buying his friend on my tab?" She took several long steps towards the bar. "Be right back."
"Kaaate," Rebecca warned, her stomach lurching at the sight of the diners at a nearby table tucking into the lambs head. "You know ladies arent allowed in there."
The tall pilot did not break her stride. "Fine," she called back over her shoulder, and Becky could hear the smirk in her voice, "because Im no lady."
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The appearance of the tall, dark, and mightily annoyed woman in the bar of the Pearl Hotel provided just the impetus that Ahmed and his friend needed to leave the men-only, smoke-filled bar area. It was either that, or provoke an international incident.
"We were just about to come over," Ahmed protested, desperately hoping that the pilot would not notice another tray of drinks heading in their direction.
"Sure you were," Kates tone was skeptical as she ignored the angry stares of the bars patrons. "Lets go." She bowed slightly towards the doorway leading to the restaurant. "After you, Mr."
"Ceru. Nayim Ceru." A short, bearded man wearing wire-frame spectacles examined Kate curiously, as though she were a creature unlike any hed ever encountered before. His skin was dark, like his eyes, and he wore an oversized woolen jacket over dusty-brown slacks and a shirt. "And you must be Catherine Phillips." He spoke in a sing-song English accent.
"Nice guess," Kate said dryly, following Nayim towards the restaurant.
"Oh, no guessing necessary, I assure you maam!" Nayim smiled merrily at her. "Ahmed has told me much about you."
"Has he?" Kate gave the Kosovar a dark look. "Youd better cancel that last drink order, Ahmed. You wont be able to take them into the restaurant, right?" Her voice was icy-cold.
"Ah yes. Quite right," he said sheepishly, realizing his next round had not escaped Kates notice. He turned to hurriedly toss a handful of rupees at a rather confused waiter.
The small group finally settled in at their table in the restaurant; Kate taking a moment to reassure an anxious Rebecca with a sidelong wink of an eye.
"Well," Kate leaned forward on the table after introductions were completed, "Tell me, Nayim. Are you willing to get us through the pass and take us to Birat?"
To Kates chagrin, the middle-aged man released a roar of belly laugh that echoed throughout the restaurant, temporarily distracting the nearby diners from their head of mutton.
"By God, Ahmed," Nayim swabbed tears of laughter from his eyes, "shes just as you said, and more!"
"What?" Kate could feel the anger building in her gut like the pressure within a volcano. If she were subjected to much more of this bullshit, she would blow.
"Please, Catherine," Ahmed said in a panicked voice, his eyes darting back and forth between her and Nayim, "Theres a certain protocol we have to follow here."
"Really," Kate said tonelessly, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Such as?"
"Such as " Ahmed frantically searched for the right words, " one does not enter lightly into such an agreement. There should be a bit of conversation, bargaining, good humor ."
"And a spot of tea would be delightful," Nayim gazed pointedly at a passing waiter. "Im dry as the lowlands in early spring."
"I wouldnt know why, after all the time you spent in that bar," Kate grumbled, flagging down a waiter.
"Kate!" Rebecca admonished her companion, "Please!" She turned to the older man. "Mr. Ceru, Ahmeds told us youve been back and forth through the pass many times. You must be quite an expert."
"Yes I am, dear lady," he removed his glasses from the bridge of his nose and began to clean them with his napkin. "And I dont mind saying so. If you want to get through the Khyber, Im the man to see. There are permits to be obtained, and with the fighting among the local clans, you must be careful about which convoy you ride with. Not to mention the dangers to be found along the way. The thieves, the land mines. Make one mistake," he raised a stubby finger at her as a cup of piping hot tea was placed at his side, "and it could be your last."
"Youre a very brave man," Becky smiled engagingly.
Nayim shrugged his shoulders. "So some might say. But I feel it is my duty to do what I can to supply the rebels with grain and other supplies."
"I thought the war was over?"
"With Russia, yes. But within the country, there is still much infighting between the tribes. Oh, the Taliban has control of Kabul," he explained, describing the ruling political party, "but theyre little more than an armed militia, or so some of us think." He took a sip of his tea. "They moved into the vacuum the Russians left. With a common enemy gone, various groups of mujahideen turned on one another. The Taliban were the strongest. In time, they overran our bombed-out capital and hanged the former Soviet-backed president. They simply took over." He sadly shook his head. "Theyre zealots really, banning women from work and girls from school. They have public executions, amputations, and whippings - in stadiums no less, as if one were simply watching a cricket match. Oppose them, and youre publicly executed. Ive seen it," he said, falling silent.
"Sounds just like the sort that would welcome an Abbado El-Yousef," Kate said quietly, softening some towards Nayim. Obviously, hed been through his own brand of private hell at the hands of the Taliban.
"Dont think your United States is without blame here," Nayim turned dark, flashing eyes towards the pilot. "The CIA helped to create and support the likes of the Taliban. Your American Presidents sending aid to the rebels billions of dollars before and after the Soviets finally left, most of it to obtain arms. Some say the CIA is still meddling in our affairs."
"But without that American aid, the Russians might be in Afghanistan still," Rebecca objected.
"Possibly," Nayim allowed, "possibly. But the aid was not democratically parceled out to all Afghan tribes and states. For some reason," he laughed bitterly, "it flowed only to the tribal and political leaders friendly to Pakistan. It was under these conditions that the Taliban came to power."
"IIm sorry," Becky said, the anguish she felt over the situation in Nayims homeland clearly etched on her face.
"Dont be, dear Miss Hanson," he assured her. "Of course this is not your fault. And what you and your friend are trying to accomplish with your little trip to Birat, can only help us. Those of us who believe in freedom, that is." He paused. "Taliban. It is Farsi for seekers of the truth. How I wish to Allah that were true."
"Birat," Kate gently pressed. "Can you take us there?"
"I dont have a convoy heading through the pass for another three weeks. I am sorry," Nayim said woefully.
Kates shoulders slumped. To have traveled all this way, and for nothing!
"But," the Afghan trader suddenly flashed his teeth in a grin, "a business associate of mine has a convoy leaving tomorrow morning for Jalalabad. I planned on being on it. Theres a small village northeast of there called Duristan. Its on the road that can take us towards Birat. As coincidence would have it, Duristan is my hometown. With a little baksheesh," he rubbed the coarse skin of his palms together, "I could get you on the convoy as well."
"You mean a bribe," Kate bristled at the thought. Still, at this point she would do whatever it took to get over the damned Khyber.
"I mean a key," Nayim benignly smiled, correcting her. "With the right baksheesh," he waved a hand through the air like a magician, "there is no door that will remain closed to you."
Catherine Phillips thought about that for a moment, before coming to a conclusion. She held out a hand to the trader, and offered him a small quirk of a grin. "So do you take travelers checks?"
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"Okay, thats it," Kate, closed the door to their small hotel room after handing a 100 rupee note to the hotels version of a bellman. "Theyll store the rest of our things until we return." Kate turned and stood with her hands on her hips, her appraising eyes taking in the backpacks and other trail gear strewn across their bed. "I dont want to hear it about that laptop," the tall woman said, eyeing the computer that Rebecca insisted on bringing along on their journey.
"You wont," Becky smugly replied. "At least one of us believes in being prepared."
"For what?" Kates voice was incredulous. "Do you think a rogue board meeting might break out in the middle of the Khyber Pass?"
"Funny." Becky primly zipped the computer into its black leather bag. "Just remember, when you need it, Missy, I wont say I told you so."
"Thats what I like about you so much, Rebecca," the pilot moved behind the smaller woman and encircled a pair of long arms about her waist. "Youre ever so gracious." She planted a kiss on the top of the flight attendants blonde head and she lingered there, contentedly nuzzling her hair.
Becky felt her body relax into Kates, drawing nourishment from her partners strength and warmth as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do. "Thanks," she said softly, letting her head fall backward against the pilots shoulder. They stood that way for a time, in the plain, sparsely furnished room, moving only when the telephone on their bedside table began to shrilly sound.
"Ill get it," Kate said, reluctantly pulling away from Rebecca. "Probably the connection to Cyrus went through." She was at the phone before it completed its next set of double-rings.
"Hello?"
"By God, Katie, where the hell are you?"
Kate held a palm over the receiver. "Its Cyrus," she mouthed to Becky. "Nice to hear from you too, Cyrus," she returned her attention to her caller.
"Thats not funny, Katie!"
"It wasnt meant to be. Now, do you want to have a conversation with me or not? Its late here and Id like to get to bed sometime soon."
"Wha " the retired Air Force Colonel sputtered, "I havent heard from you in days, and neither has your office. Ive been left holding the goddamned bag here, trying to explain where the hell you are. To tell the truth, Im slightly curious myself!"
"I dont want to say too much over the phone." Catherine knew that a terrorist without borders such as El-Yousef had an electronic network of listening devices that reached far and wide. Best to play it safe. "I can tell you were somewhere in Pakistan."
"Paki-- what the hell, Katie! And who is we?"
"Myself, Rebecca, and a former associate of El-Yousefs that I " she considered the young scientist asleep in the room across the hall, " would rather not name. Were hot on his trail Cyrus. Were closer than weve ever been."
"Katie," Cyrus voice was ominous, "what the hell are you up to?"
"We know where he is," Kate explained. "Were going in."
"In."
"To Afghanistan. We know how to get to him Cyrus. Were going to shut him down." The pilot was surprised to hear her own voice break with emotion at that last statement. The goal that had been so long out of reach, was now within her grasp. And it meant everything to her. A redemption of sorts, for a personal past that she wasnt necessarily proud of. Now now at last, she could finally make it right.
"No, Katie, no!" She could hear Cyrus groan across the miles. "You you cant! The Taliban are some harsh sons of bitches! Theyll never let two western women into the country!"
"Thats if they know were trying! Were dressed as locals, and will be traveling with an Afghan trader who says he can get anything from diamonds to luxury cars into the country undetected. Getting Rebecca and I in? For this guy, its like a day off for him. Were leaving first thing in the morning."
"No! Give up this this damn fool mission. Thats an order!"
"Getting El-Yousef is my mission," Kate said stonily. "You hired me for that, remember?"
"Katie, you dont understand."
"What? Tell me Cyrus. After all weve been through together!" Kate could feel a stab of pain behind her eyes. Not another fucking headache. She had no time for this. "What dont I understand?"
Nothing. Just the crackling hum of the line. And then, "Ah, the hell with protocol. Katie," his voice drew hushed, as if by that singular act he could ward off any would-be electronic eavesdroppers, "my contacts at the Pentagon tell me they feel fairly certain theyve located El-Yousefs main stronghold. His communications post. Terrorist training ground and all that good stuff."
"No shit," Kate said blithely. "Me too."
"Katie, listen to me. Theyre planning a missile strike against it."
"What?" Fire surged through her veins. "No. No way, Cyrus. They cant do that! Theyll only be striking at the tail of the snake. Blowing up a few oil drums and buildings isnt the answer. Youve got to strike at his head. And that means information," Kate raged on. "Breaking his codes. Uncovering his web of spies and contacts. The so-called legitimate companies that are fronts for his operation. Hell, Cyrus, you know this guy isnt just another zealot with a gun! Hes a fucking international entrepreneur with a multi-million dollar bankroll and sophisticated covers bought and paid for. Hell simply set up shop somewhere else, and well have missed our last, best chance."
"Dont you think I know that, Katie?"
"Youve got to stop them, Cyrus. At least until we can get in and out."
Her boss laughed mirthlessly. "Katie, you sorely overestimate this old mans sphere of influence. Weve got an election year coming up. Why, the impact of the PR generated by an attack on the terrorist who supposedly brought down Flight 180? Priceless. Polls will go through the roof. Those talking heads in Washington will never back off of this."
Kate was silent for a moment, letting her gaze fall upon in the concerned face of one Rebecca Hanson. The younger woman had moved to her side when Kate had begun raising her voice, and now rested a hand against the small of the pilots back, listening.
"When will they bomb?"
"I dont know, Katie. But soon."
"Then Ill just have to make sure Im out of there when they do."
"Katie, please," Cyrus voice was hoarse, "Im begging you. Stay away. Leave this to the authorities."
"The authorities?" Kate sightlessly swept her eyes around the little hotel room. "Where are they now, Cyrus? I dont see em. And where the hell were they when Flight 180 was blown out of the sky?"
"Katie you could get your ass killed. Please. Dont."
The ache in Kates skull was a pulsating throb now, and she squeezed her eyes shut against it. "Hmnn me risking my life and disobeying orders... seems like old times, Cyrus."
The pilot could hear the heavy sigh of her former mentor from far across the miles. Helpless. Resigned. "Just just be careful, will you, Captain?"
"Ill be in touch as soon as I can Sir," Kate said quietly, ending the connection. "Goodbye." She replaced the phone in its cradle. "Well," she turned to Becky, "you heard most of that, right?"
The young flight attendant silently nodded.
"Theyre planning on bombing El-Yousefs camp. Cyrus isnt sure exactly when. Ill have to tell Ahmed and Nayim but regardless, Im still going in." The pilot lowered her dark head, the pain shifting from behind her eyes to the center of her gut. "IId understand if you didnt"
Rebecca placed a silencing finger against Kates lips. "Sssh. Dont say it. Dont even think it." Her green eyes blazed with emotion. "You and me were in this together, period. Were enough to see this thing through, Kate," Becky echoed the pilots own earlier words. "Believe in that, like I do, okay?"
Kate removed Beckys finger from her lips, and proceeded to open up the small palm as through it were the bud of a delicate flower. She kissed it, relishing in the vibrant warmth she found there. Overcome with relief, and with a bewildering sense of amazement at the faith that Rebecca Hanson had in her, she gathered her up in a tight, possessive embrace.
"I do, Rebecca, I do. Always."
**********
Kate didnt know what precisely shed imagined their Khyber Pass convoy would be comprised of, but never, not in her wildest dreams could she have pictured the stream of vehicles, both wheeled and footed, that made their way over the narrow mountain road. Military trucks and jeeps that had seen better days. Automobiles: both boxy Eastern European makes as well as the odd Chinese manufactured vehicle. Broken-down hippie-style vans, including a small yellow school bus with nearly all of its interior seats removed to make room for cargo. And at the side of the road, trailing next to the modern-day caravan, there were bellowing, over-burdened camels, and wagons drawn by donkeys; even the occasional hand-drawn cart.
The entire convoy was guarded by a number of fierce looking, turbaned men, who seemed to sport more cigarettes and guns than they did teeth and good sense. Three times already, Kate had politely declined their offers of opium. And though scorched craters pockmarked the road, telltale signs of land mines, the guards led the convoy onward with an appalling lack of regard for the potentially catastrophic consequence. In that sense, Kate was glad they were positioned about halfway along in the train of vehicles.
Nayim had told them that the journey through the pass would not be a quick one, and hed been proven correct. They slowed down every time they hit a tunnel. And as they climbed higher into the mountains and the air grew thinner, theyd had to stop their whole bedraggled juggernaut every hour or two, not only to offer Muslim prayers, but also to pay tolls to scruffy looking characters who emerged from tiny ancient forts that dotted the route. During such stops, greetings and baksheesh would be exchanged, and the men would let off salvos of small arms fire into the sky, shouting encouraging religious slogans and slapping each other on the back.
"Christ!" Kate swore, watching this performance yet again, making sure she and Rebecca were protected in the covered jeep that Nayim Cerus reputation within the convoy community had obtained for them. "Dont those assholes realize that what goes up, must come down?" Kate threw an arm around Beckys shoulders and hunkered down in the rear of the vehicle.
"They are happy to be returning home, Miss Catherine," Nayim said as he shifted the jeep into idle, "despite the hardships they know await them there."
"Well, theyll never make it if they dont angle those bullets away from the convoy!" Kate said testily. Shed come too far to be taken out by some damn-fool trigger-happy, hopped-up, holy warrior.
"There are an awful lot of toll stops," Beckys muffled voice sounded. "Whose jurisdiction are we in, anyway? Afghanistans or Pakistans?"
"Jurisdiction?" Nayim chuckled, and Ahmeds laughter joined him. "Tell, them, Ahmed!"
"This is the only jurisdiction in these lands," the young Kosovar replied, letting his hand drop down to caress the rifle Nayim had casually placed between them. "The people here dont recognize borders countries not like we do. There are no Afghans or Pakistanis." He let his eyes track to the front windshield and the breath-takingly beautiful snow-capped peaks that lined their route. "Here there are only clans. Tribes. Pathans and Pashtuns. Chitrali, Taliban, and Tajik. Fighting nature and each other, for what they believe in. Wed do well to stay out of their way."
"It is the curse of my people," Nayim said with some regret as the convoy slowly, laboriously, began to pull out; another toll satisfied. "That which should bring us together, instead drives us apart."
Food was eaten on the fly: chapattis and nan rolled with cold spicy spinach and rice inside, and water from plastic bottles that looked suspiciously re-filled; theyd had little choice but to drink it anyway. Hell, Kate thought, taking a healthy swig, this should be the least of my worries.
"How ya doing?" Kate forced a smile as she gazed down at her smaller companion. Somehow, Becky had managed to doze off a bit from time to time, and was the better for it, no doubt. A bone-chilling coldness had crept into their vehicle, and it seemed to Kate that there was not a rock or a rut in the road that was missed by the small jeep. Gears ground incessantly as Nayim adjusted to the varying tempos of the caravan, and the pilot could feel her head starting to pound once more. The sun had set; there were just a few faint shards of sunlight reflecting off the mountains, and fat snowflakes had appeared, peppering the windshield and the road ahead of them.
"Okay," came Beckys answering yawn, and she stretched as best she could in their cramped quarters. "Oh look, its snowing!"
"It will be an early winter, to be sure," Nayim bobbed his head knowingly.
"This wont slow us down, will it?" Kate took Rebeccas hands in her own, warming them. With darkness nipping at their heels, the sooner they were out of these mountains, the better.
Nayim stuck his head out the window of the jeep and sniffed at the air. "Not likely," he concluded, bringing a few snowflakes back inside with him. "Well be out of the pass before it can do much."
"Just think," Becky sniffled slightly, looking out the window, "were traveling the same path that Alexander the Great did over 2300 years ago."
"I wonder if he had to pay as many tolls," Kate said dryly as the convoy shuddered to a halt once more. The by-now routine shouts and shots came again from the head of the line.
"How much more of this do we have left?" Kate tightened her grip on Rebecca, feeling suddenly uneasy, hemmed in by the rocky walls rearing up to either side of the convoy, trapping them.
"Another couple of hours, at most," Nayim replied. "Then well be heading out and down it will be warmer there, at least. Well leave the convoy and be able to stop for the night."
More shouts came from the front of the line, and to Kates ear they sounded different than before. Angry. Insistent. The gunfire moved closer.
"Somethings wrong," Kate said firmly, her senses on full alert.
"My dear," Nayim swiveled around to face her, "theres nothing to"
At that moment, the ground shuddered and the whomp! of an explosion rattled the jeep. Kate flung her body over Rebeccas, pressing her to the floor of the vehicle, as disembodied shrieks and screams sounded from the gloom up ahead. Dirt and rock and God knew what else pinged down upon them.
"A land mine," Nayim shouted hoarsely. "It has to be!"
More yells, drawing closer now, and the pop-pop of rifle fire.
"Whats happening? Can you make out what theyre saying?" Kate peered over the tattered seat-back, her heart pounding in her chest.
"So sorry to have to tell you this," behind his spectacles, Nayims dark eyes were open wide, "but this is an ambush, I fear. Some enterprising mountain tribes take toll collection to a whole new level, and this is the result of it."
"Can I get up now?" Beckys far-away voice came from the floor of the rear seat.
"Stay put," Kate responded sharply, pushing Rebecca down. "Look," she hissed in Nayims ear, "what are they saying?"
The trader cocked his head towards the window before answering. "It sounds as though theyre looking for tolls from each vehicle. And if they dont get what they like ."
"Great. Is it money theyre after?"
"Money and more, if you know what I mean. And they are, what you would call, royally pissed off, youll pardon my saying, since one of them accidentally stepped on a land mine. Theyre blaming us for that."
"Fuck. Youll pardon my saying," Kate muttered.
From her rather uncomfortable position on the floor of the jeep, Becky was shocked to see the pilot reach under her shalwar kameez into the pocket of her jacket, and withdraw a pistol.
"Kate!" Her voice was breathless. "Where did you get that?"
"Guest services at the hotel?" Kate tried, giving Becky a sly smile in the half-light. "Look. Stay here, will ya? And keep your head down." She pressed the pistol into Ahmeds hand. "Watch out," blue eyes pinned him against the door of the jeep. "Nothing happens to her, got it?"
The young scientist silently shook his head yes as his gaze darted ahead. Amid the approaching shouts a donkey brayed, and there was a voice that even in a foreign language Kate could tell was imploring for mercy. Another gunshot, and then nothing.
"Nayim, youre with me," she nodded at him to grab his rifle as the two of them exited the jeep.
"What... what exactly is it were doing?" The smaller man was not afraid, rather, he seemed curious at Kates plan of action.
"I figure in an area where muscle counts, the best defense is a good offense."
"Ah we play poker now, do we?" Hed seen thieves like this before, and knew how unpredictable they could be. Some would let you pass with a smile and a wave, while others would just as soon shoot you where you stood. The American womans strategy was as good as any.
"Exactly," Kate smirked, grabbing a carton of water bottles from the rear of the vehicle and placing it on the ground next to them. As an afterthought, she reached back into the front of jeep to Ahmed. "Give me your arm!" she demanded.
Obligingly, he extended it to her. "Wha" Quickly, she slid his watch off his wrist. "Hey! Why dont you use your own?" He settled indignantly back into his seat under the heat of Kates threatening look.
"Because Rebecca gave it to me." Hell, she thought, turning to face the approaching highwaymen, it's a good-enough reason to me!
In the encroaching darkness, Kate could see that a number of the criminals had taken up positions on high ground overlooking the convoy, rifles stolen from dead Russians at the ready, while the main group - about a dozen, heavily armed, worked their way down the line.
Nayim casually leaned against the side of the jeep, his rifle negligently pointed to the ground, but Kate could see that his eyes were sharp, following the thieves and their conversation. Kate was at a double disadvantage she knew, being a woman and a foreigner at that. Ah, well. Shed been in worse situations than this. But none where shed had the added responsibility of looking out for one Rebecca Hanson.
What the hell. "Ready?" She muttered under her breath as a man stepped forward, their leader, she supposed, wearing a heavy overcoat and a turban that did little to control the dark, wild hair that blew about his face. Interestingly enough, he had piercing blue eyes that looked her over from head to toe, before he turned to address Nayim in a harsh, guttural voice. He finished with a grab at his crotch and a derisive laugh.
"Please pardon, Miss Catherine," Nayim began, "but he wants to know if youre good in bed. And, if you are, would I be willing to share you with him."
Kate fought to keep her temper in check, instead lifting a hand to pull her head-scarf down, fully exposing her face to the elements and to the ringleader. "Tell him " her thoughts flashed to Rebecca crouched on the floor of the jeep, " tell him that hed do better to fuck a sheep than to try his hand with me. But that we would be willing to share this bottled water with him." She kicked the side of the carton shed placed on the snowy ground.
Blushing, Nayim repeated Kates words to the bandit.
A shocked expression appeared on the leaders face as he absorbed Nayims statement, but he quickly recovered, grinning like a man with a crude secret. He gripped his rifle tightly in grubby, blackened fingers, and turned it towards Kate, speaking rapidly.
"He says hell take you and the water, and theres nothing you can do about it. Oh, and he wants to know if youre English. He says hes always wanted an Englishwoman."
Kate laughed aloud at that, a deep, rumbling laugh, causing the bandit and his men to shrink back a bit in surprise. "Tell him Im your Englishwoman, and youll never let me go. So leave us pass through, and well throw this into the bargain."
She tossed Ahmeds watch onto the carton. Immediately the leader snatched it up and twisted it onto his wrist, holding it up proudly to the appreciative oohs and aahs from his men. Once more he turned to Nayim, smiling, but the tone of his voice was menacing, betraying him.
"He says that that now he can tell its time for us to die," Nayim subtly raised the barrel of his rifle.
"No not yet, my friend," Kate said calmly, hoping the bandits had not noticed the threatening move. "Tell him it is instead time for he and his men to die. If he doesnt let us pass, well set off more of the bombs weve hidden. Many of his people will be killed, and the rest will hate him for it."
"Whaoh, yes, of course," Nayim said, catching on.
"And be loud about it when you tell him." Kate eased back against the jeep, assuming an I dont give a rats ass posture. She could see the flicker of fear dance across the bandits eyes as Nayim spoke, could hear the first grumbles of discontent from the rest of the gang surrounding him.
The leader moved closer to Nayim, shouting in the little mans face now, before whirling to confront his increasingly agitated band.
"He thinks were bluffing, but a part of him is frightened too, Miss Catherine. However his pride wont let him back down, I fear."
"Tell him," Kate bit her tongue, thinking quickly, "that in appreciation for his letting our convoy pass by, as an acknowledgment of his wise leadership, choosing to protect his men from the wrath of our bombs, we would have one more gift for him. One that will place him high above all other tribal leaders in the land."
The bandits icy blue eyes narrowed and sparked as Nayim relayed the message. Perhaps there was a way out of this after all, preserving both his reputation and his dignity. He gestured wildly at Nayim, stomping his feet hard against the rocky ground.
"He wants to know what this wonderful gift is." The trader curled the corner of his mouth at Kate. "Me too, for that matter!"
"No," Kate said firmly. "We must have his word of honor first, as the great leader that he is, that hell let us pass."
The bandit was silent. His breath came in steaming plumes from his nostrils and his brow furrowed as he weighed the offer. Finally, with a broad smile that revealed a mouthful of rotting teeth, he nodded in agreement and extended his hand to Nayim.
"Very well," Nayim said, the relief plain in his voice. "First, the gift, then hell let us through."
The pilot moved to the rear of the jeep, lifted up the flap, and pulled a small, black leather bag out of the jumble of supplies there. She could see Rebecca in the rear seat, watching her, and silenced her outraged glare when she saw what she was doing, with one of her own.
"Here," Kate moved back to Nayim. "Give it to him. A computer."
Playing along, Nayim made a great show of presenting the laptop to the bandit. If the wristwatch had been impressive to the thieves, the computer was the equivalent of Allah come down from heaven.
"Aah ." The bandit leader sighed, awkwardly removing the laptop from its bag. "MacIntosh?" He looked hopefully at Kate.
"Um " Kate half-flirted with the idea of trying to fool him, but thought the better of it. "No. IBM."
The bandit considered that for a moment, before smiling and shrugging his shoulders. "IBM!!! IBM!!!" he crowed, hoisting the computer up into the air as through it were a war trophy. His band took up the cheer, thrilled beyond all reason with this prize. How great their leader was, to have been gifted with such a fine thing!"
Melting into the embraces and congratulations of his men, the bandit turned and shouted something back at Nayim.
"He says we can go."
"Good," Kate sighed. "We dont need to be told twice."
"Well done, Miss Catherine," Nayim looked at her with a newfound sense of appreciation and respect. "I could use you along on my next convoy."
"Ill think about it," Kate replied, her face serious but her eyes sparkling.
They scrambled back into the jeep, Nayim shouting ahead and waving. The convoy once again roared to life and bean to move out, slowly passing by still, bloodied bodies at the side of the snowy road. Only when they were out of sight of the bandits did Kate allow Becky to sit up. "Ill take that pistol back now," she said, holding out her hand to Ahmed.
Next to her, Kate could feel a shiver run through Rebecca, as the gravity of the situation theyd been through at last dawned on the smaller woman.
"Oh God, Kate!" she began to shake uncontrollably.
"Its okay," she pulled Rebecca close, willing her warmth into her companion, "we made it. Were out of there," she cooed, until the trembling subsided.
"Rebecca?"
"What?" Came the faint, thin response.
Kate gave her partner a reassuring squeeze. "About that laptop you can tell me I told you so, if you want to."
**********
Several hours later, at the base of pass, the main body of the convoy continued on to Jalalabad, while Nayim, after sharing an effusive goodbye with a grateful convoy leader, peeled the jeep northward, towards Duristan. Kate and Rebecca were more than happy to leave the treacherous pass and the jangled nerves that went with it, behind.
Although it was significantly warmer now that they were out of the mountains, Becky still felt chilled, and was content to doze on and off in the arms of her companion. The times when shed woken up, temporarily disoriented, shed found Kate still wide awake and alert like some nocturnal creature of the forest, her strong profile barely visible in the darkness.
Rebecca awakened yet again, but it was different this time. Very different. And then she realized it: the silence. No grinding of gears or groaning of motor; no crunch of rock and gravel against hard tires; all was still.
She heard doors opening, soft voices speaking, the bark of a dog. "Where are we?"
"Home," Nayim said, hopping out of the jeep. "Well rest here overnight before continuing on in the morning.
Heck, its got to be nearly morning as it is! Becky considered, stumbling on sleepy legs out of the back seat. But there was Kates hand on her elbow, steadying her.
"Some day, huh?" The pilots low, rumbling voice sounded in the inky blackness of the star-less night.
"Ill say," Becky replied, hugging her arms in front of her waist. She breathed in the cool, crisp air that carried on it the scent of wood smoke and spices, and fought to control her drooping eyelids.
Too tired to pick up much of the conversation going on around her, the young blonde meekly followed Kate and the others into a single story building, moving through the shrouded darkness to a rear room where blankets were quickly arranged on the floor.
More distant conversations and the flickering of a candle, and Rebecca found herself tucked in to one of the warmest blankets shed ever had the pleasure of wrapping herself in. Fuzzily, she began to debate with herself whether she should remove her boots, and soon, as vague consciousness gave way to deep sleep, it simply ceased to matter.
**********
Rebecca Hanson was dreaming. It made no sense, although it was a good dream. Images. Bursting into view and fading away just as quickly. Flashes of this. Snatches of that. Nothing that her minds eye could arrange into any sort of order. And just as well, considering how tired she still was. That, and the fact that she felt too darn comfortable to even think of moving. Of waking up. Just a little while longer .
Except except for something, intruding upon her pleasant dream. A voice? No. A sound? Not likely. Rather, a touch, soft and gentle. Kate? Wait the touch was more of a jab now, sharp and prodding. What the
Reluctantly, Rebecca allowed herself to be tugged into wakefulness, and she lifted open one bloodshot green eye, then another.
To see two dark brown eyes, round as saucers, staring back at her. The eyes were attached to a little girl, no more than five or six years of age. She wore a colorful pants set and tunic, and her rich brunette hair was plaited neatly behind her head. In her hand she held a spoon, which had served double duty this morning as Beckys alarm clock.
The flight attendant edged herself up on her elbows, releasing a long breath of air. "Good morning, honey. Whats your name?"
Upon hearing the nonsensical syllables pouring from the mouth of this strange, sleepy lady whose hair was a most unusual color, the little girl shrieked with laughter and scampered away.
Well. "Oh, thats a nice name," Becky continued to herself, feeling slightly put out at the childs reaction to her. She held her hand out to thin air. "My names Becky. Pleased to meet you." She pushed the warm blanket off of her and sat up, for the first time taking in her surroundings.
Sunlight poured in from a small window behind her; the walls were whitewashed and free of any decoration, and a small wooden table with a doused candle on it stood to the left of the doorway. Other blankets hand been neatly folded and moved to the side of the room, with small pillows arranged on top of them. Where the heck was everybody?
A giggle, and Becky looked up to see the little girl poking her head around the doorway, absent-mindedly chewing on the lip of her spoon.
"Guess I overslept, huh?" She used her fingers to brush her hair into what she hoped was a presentable arrangement and, groaning, got to her feet.
This action elicited another gale of laughter from the child, and Becky could hear the pattering of her feet as she trotted off, jabbering something excitedly to the rest of the house.
Now then Becky looked down at her feet and realized she was bootless. Funny. I dont remember . Another, more detailed scan of the room still had her coming up empty. No boots. Oh well. Time to venture off and out figure whats what. She started to move towards the doorway, just as a woman appeared.
"Uh hello good morning!" Becky thought shed try it again. To her relief, the woman, dressed in an adult version of the little girls ensemble, smiled and motioned that she should follow her. "Thanks," Becky returned the smile, and padded in sock-covered feet after the woman.
As they moved through the sparsely furnished dwelling, Becky could see more children underfoot, both boys and girls, in addition to the little one who was obviously regaling her fellows with tales of her encounter, still pointing and laughing in her direction. Following the older woman towards the front of the house, Beckys stomach growled as the first scent of food cooking reached her nose. God, when was the last time shed eaten, anyway? And where were Kate and the others? Had they just freaking left her here in the middle of Afghanistan with a semi-hysterical child and no boots?
They passed through the main doorway and into an open courtyard encircled by a mud and straw wall. The cooking smells were strongest now.
"Oh! There you are!"
Squinting against the bright sunlight, Becky saw a low table laden with food, with Kate, Ahmed, Nayim and several more children sitting on cushions around it. On the far side of the courtyard a cookfire burned, and the woman whod retrieved Becky returned to it, stirring a large pot that hung over the fire.
"I was wondering if youd ever wake up!" Kate rose and ambled over to her, grinning.
"You should have woken me!" Becky said crossly, conscious of the stares upon her and the titters of laughter coming from the table.
"Nah, we had the time, and besides," Kate licked her palm and did her best to tame an errant cowlick on the top of Beckys head, "I thought you could use the beauty sleep."
"Oh yeah," Beckys tone softened when she saw the mischievous twinkle in her friends eyes, "Im a regular sleeping beauty. And a starving one at that."
"Cmon. Lets get you something to eat," Kate led her towards the table.
"What Id really likeOw!" Becky yelped after stepping on a rather large pebble, "are my boots. You havent by chance seen them walking around here, have you?"
"Right there by the doorway," Kate pointed the way and indeed, there were the wayward boots. "They were pretty wet after our snowy trip last night. Thought Id let them dry off a bit. Nothing worse than waking up and sticking your foot into a damp boot."
"Oh, thanks," Becky replied, feeling somewhat chastened. She never would have thought of such a thing herself, and today instead would have bemoaned the state of her soggy feet. She quickly retrieved her footwear and sat down at the space Kate made for her at the table. She began to tie her bootlaces. "Now, what have I missed?"
"What you have missed," Nayim waved his arms expansively around the courtyard, "is my home and my family! Please, be welcome here. My wife, Rabia," he nodded towards the woman by the fire, who had since been joined by another, younger woman, "our children, and my brother, his wife and their children, all live here," he finished proudly.
"How many people is that?" Becky reached for the piping hot cup of tea that Kate poured for her.
"Oh, about ten or twelve."
"Ten or twelve." Becky nearly choked on a swallow of the strong, spicy tea. "Uh youre not sure?"
"It varies," Nayim chuckled, "and with all these children they are my poppy flowers. My seeds of joy. It is our way."
"Youre fortunate that your brother is here when youre away," Kate observed, chewing on a sweet made of dry milk solids that in a short amount of time this morning shed developed quite a taste for.
"This is so true, Miss Catherine," Nayim grew solemn. "Particularly during the Russian occupation Duristan was once twice the size of this. If Masud had not been here when I could not ."
Gazing out past the courtyard, Kate could see other small buildings, little more than huts, really, all buzzing with activity.
"Where is Masud now?" Kate wanted to know.
"With some of our boys, out grazing the sheep in the high pasture. They wont be back for another several days."
"Well, were sorry to have missed him," Becky said. She tore a piece of brown bread sprinkled with sesame, from a nearby loaf. "Maybe well see him when we come back."
Nayim nodded agreeably. "This is true, Miss Becky."
"Speaking of which," Ahmed had been fairly silent to this point, "we really need to talk about this last stage of the operation getting in, and getting out."
"Youre right," Kate said, detecting the strain on the thin young mans face. Perhaps it was the memories of what hed done in the service of El-Yousef, but the closer they got to his stronghold, Kate noted that the more quiet hed become. And while Nayim still featured his oversized woolen coat, Ahmed had changed into a sleeveless tunic that he wore over a long-sleeved, flowing white shirt, looking more like a local inhabitant than ever.
Nayim issued a few stern commands in his native tongue, and the various children who had gathered round the table backed away, reluctantly leaving the adults alone. The trader reached into the pocket of his coat, and produced a well-worn map which he carefully unfolded. He delicately opened it on the table-top, smoothing it flat, minding the tattered edges. "Not that I even need this map, you understand," the wisps of his dark beard moved as he chuckled, "but I thought you might like to see where youre going." He eyed Kate and Rebecca carefully over the top of his glasses. "Of course, this is nothing new to Ahmed."
"Of course," the young man agreed, looking past the little courtyard towards the distant, hilly horizon.
"Its fairly open ground between here, Duristan," he stabbed at the map with a crooked finger, "and the northeast region where were going." A thumb marked the spot. "Well have to have a care."
"How long will it take us to get there?" Kate asked, trying to gauge the distance on the rudimentary map.
Nayim turned an eye towards the sun. "Well leave here within the hour, after loading up the jeep with fuel and supplies. It will be rough going, some of it off-road, becoming more mountainous as we go. And then there are the land mines to watch out for, not to mention El-Yousefs people hanging about, the closer we get to Birat. Id say," he thoughtfully massaged his beard, "approximately two, two and a half days journey at most."
"Thats a point, regarding El-Yousefs people," Kate pushed away from the table and rocked back on her heels. "We cant just drive right the hell into Birat."
"No," Ahmed agreed. "The town itself is like a miniature country, completely loyal to the Chosen One. Wed be spotted instantly. Im confident that if we can get to within nine or ten kilometers of Birat, we can travel the rest of the way in on foot, under cover of darkness." His dark eyes captured Kates in a weighty stare. "I know exactly where the communications post is hidden in the hillside. Allah knows, I helped to set it up myself. They wont be expecting visitors in the middle of the night, crawling out of the mountains. We can surprise them, get the data we need on here," he produced several computer discs, "and get out. If we do this thing right, we can be out and away before the alarm is raised. And with the right information, data I know how to retrieve," Ahmed tapped the discs, "El-Yousef will be out of business."
"Lets talk about the getting out part of the operation some more," Becky said, pulling her knees up under her chin. "Im still a little fuzzy on that."
"I know a secluded spot about nine kilometers away from Birat where it would be possible to keep the jeep out of sight," Nayim volunteered.
"Good. Thatll do." Kate rose. "Then thats where Ahmed and I will meet you and Rebecca once we get out of Birat. If were not back within 12 hours, or if it looks like things have gone bad," she looked evenly at Nayim, "then I want you to take off. Get yourselves to safety."
"Whoa wait a minute!" Becky held up the palms of her hands, her face looking like the sky before a thunderstorm. "I dont think we discussed this part of the plan, Kate."
"No, we didnt." Kate replied, her mouth set in a thin line. "And its not open for discussion. Period."
"But Kate!" the younger woman protested, leaping angrily to her feet, "Rory told me what to look for, the hidden directories, encryption codes the file extensions. I can do this thing!"
"I know you can," Kate said quietly, avoiding the wrath of her lovers gaze, "but Ahmed can do it better."
"Kate ." Beckys voice cracked as the sting of Kates words struck her like a slap in the face. "Please ." The blonde was acutely aware of the scene she was making in front of Ahmed and Nayim, but she didnt give a damn. She tugged on the pilots arm, spinning her around to face her. "I thought we were in this together."
"We are!"
"Then dont shut me out now."
"Im not Rebecca, believe me!" the pilot lifted pained, blue eyes to her. "Stealth is the key to this mission. If were lucky, El-Yousef wont even know weve been there. The more people involved, the greater the risk well be detected."
Becky faltered, hard-pressed to argue with that logic. "But Kate," her eyes grew moist as she took in the tall, impassive figure standing in front of her, "what if if you need me?" Oh God, she thought with no small degree of mortification, I will not cry. I will not cry.
"What I need," Kate reached out a hand to clasp Beckys shoulder, "is to know that you and Nayim are safely waiting for us, so we can make a quick getaway and make sure El-Yousef gets the punishment he deserves."
"B- but what if the missile strike happens before then?" Darn it! Kates image was starting to swim before her eyes.
"Then what you and Nayim do for us becomes even more important. Well double-time it back to you," Kate said calmly, as if it were the most logical, certain thing in the world, "and youll have to have that Jeep fired up and ready to go. Right, Nayim?"
"Oh, absolutely, Miss Kate!" the trader smiled. "We take off like Luke Skywalker!"
"There, you see?!" Kate grazed Beckys chin with the crook of an index finger, forcing the smaller woman to look her in the eye. "Please," the pilots voice dropped low so that only Becky could hear. "I need you to do this one thing for me. Promise me, okay, Champ?"
Conflicting emotions swirled within the flight attendant. Shed imagined herself sticking by Kates side through the whole thing, but now heck, what her friend was saying made sense. And, she wouldnt be left alone. Nayim would be with her, too. Such a sweet man. Still, it hurt to be left out of the final exercise, no matter how much she tried to rationalize those feelings. More than that, she knew what lay at the core of her distress. It was her concern for the well being of Captain Catherine Phillips. Why, just the thought of something happening to Kate made her stomach seize up as though shed been on one hell of a roller-coaster ride. Well, whenever and wherever Kate needed her, she would be there. She would not let her down.
"I promise," Becky said at last, biting her lip and blinking back the tears. "But you promise me something, too."
"Anything."
"Come back to me, Kate."
"Are you kidding?" The pilot pulled her into an embrace at that. "The devil himself couldnt keep me away."
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