CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
An easterly breeze cooled the heat of the morning sun. Plans had been made ready, and assignments are given out. Aamir and his men were prepared. After nearly a year of planning, they had finally come to the day of judgement. The other team in Tunisia were on standby. Soon they would rain holy fire on their enemies, and it would be glorious.
Aamir sat and conversed with the Master over the phone, giving updates on their situation. In two days, everyone would know their name and tremble. Aamir had known they were not coming back. That was inevitable. He and his men were ready to die for the cause, and it was good. The Master had given them a holy task, and none questioned it. In fact, many had volunteered to carry it out.
Aamir looked closed down his cell phone. The Ma
