The Green Masks
The sun was slipping away, and evening was creeping closer as Daniel stood before the small mirror in the chalet room, fastening the mask tightly to his face. It bore the features of Awad, the vegetable seller—a simple man who used to deliver baskets of produce to the minister's villa every Tuesday.
Beside him stood Lara, adjusting her mask—the face of Zeinat, Awad's wife. Beneath the forced smile, her eyes trembled with fear that no disguise would remain.
Daniel's voice came out low and steady as he mimicked a rural accent:
"Remember... don't talk too much. Just smile and follow my lead."
"I hope no one notices anything..." they left the chalet disguised in old, worn clothes that smelled of onions and tomatoes. Outside, Awad's green pickup truck was waiting for them,
