Scene_ One
Dawn was on the verge of breaking, the moon on the verge of departing, and the darkness was bidding farewell to a night that carried an agreement far too heavy to be easily fulfilled. It might demand great sacrifices—perhaps bold decisions—and without doubt, it would require the spilling of blood and the giving of souls.
Omar, Yasser, and Mohammed sat inside the office of the large weapons factory after Sheikh Tarek had left—the enigmatic leader of the Islamic movement, whose true origins no one knew. He claimed Sudanese roots and busied himself with the Palestinian cause for reasons he never disclosed, except that he poured vast amounts of money into it.
Omar spoke with fervor as he looked at Yasser and Mohammed:
> “I used to work in a major weapons factory for the Sudan
