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“Syria?” Metin still didn’t know what to make of that.
Kaan finally leaned forward.
Now he felt pinned between Kaan and Firat.
“Our President is getting very tired of our longest border being under constant threat. ISIS, the Kurds, the Syrian government, refugees, and now the Americans and Russians sparring in the skies.”
“Okay.”
“And we’re going to fix it for him.”
“How?”
“The Americans have been playing their own cautious game there. ‘As long as you don’t make us too angry, we’ll let our diplomatic corps do all the complaining.’ It’s time we forced their hand and you now allow us to do that.”
“How?” Metin felt a little like a parrot repeating himself. Actually, in this room, more like a parakeet sitting between two very hungry cats. Metin the Coyote had long since run away to
