The Desert South of Safi, Morocco
Lieutenant Amin nervously wiped his palms on his robes. When he had accepted the assignment for Operation Sierra, he had known there would be risks, but he had always known the Army would be there for him. Now, here he stood in a Third World country under a false identity even Uncle Sam would disavow. He had never felt more alone in his life.
The desert showcased all its grandeur just before dawn. The eastern sky"s orange hue shone undisturbed by clouds, smog or city lights. Amin stood alone in an infinite sea of iridescent white sand. A lone dust cloud grew on the northern horizon. After a few minutes, Amin made out the shape of a deuce and a quarter truck, approaching rapidly. No other vehicles accompanied the truck. Good. So far, Falon had kept his wo
