Peleliu
It was nearly four in the morning when the Quds Force foot patrols returned and reported to Amin Faraz. The northern sector around the island’s main settlement was quiet, but if they weren’t off the island by sunrise, they’d have to do something about the population when locals and a few tourists began to stir. Faraz planned to be gone off Peleliu by full dawn. It was their best bet and the southern patrol had located a boat that would likely be able to get them to Koror. The four QF security men Faraz had held back to disassemble the base camp had nearly all traces of their presence either buried in the Umurbrogol foothills or burning in the bonfire they’d lit in a clearing just across the island’s west road.
The eastern sky was showing pale light low on the horizon as the QF mi
