After drinking a liter of water, Fasi tried to relax behind the desk in the office he’d been given for his time in Islamabad, but the chair was hard. At least he was better hydrated now, his head wasn’t thundering, he was able to focus, and he only had to stay out of trouble for another few hours. He washed down Alka Seltzer with another liter of water and fruit juice before giving a verbal report to his superior, a man ten years his senior.
Fasi treated the older man carefully. The guy was famous for caution and the chip on his shoulder was the size of a babul tree. He’d advanced rapidly in his youth because of political connections and was demoted even faster after he demanded a bribe from a foreign company, unaware that his mentor owned it. He’d worked his tail off in the twenty years
