Cameron opened the limousine door for his boss and felt the flood of cool air that blasted from the interior. “Well, the multinational force has been ordered back to Beirut. Maybe we can keep a lid on things until the Israelis decide it’s safe for them to withdraw.” He stared through the darkened windows of the limousine as it roared away from the Sabra Refugee Camp escorted by Lebanese motorcycle police. The limo’s air-conditioning system was blasting away as they wound through the streets heading for the embassy and Colonel Jason Cameron breathed deeply. It was cool and fresh inside the car. Outside, on the streets of Beirut, there was the stench of war in the air. He’d been a soldier long enough to recognize it.
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