Barr Elias, Beqaa Valley SouthS
hake got an occasional look at the luminous watch on a guard’s wrist during the trip. They were on the road about three hours and the sky was getting light in the east when he was pulled out of the truck bed. His legs felt like two lumps of lead; it was hard to bend his arms and his balls ached miserably from the jolting he’d taken on the truck’s wooden slat seats. Lop Eye pointed at a flat rock, ordered him to sit, and handed over a battered canteen. The water smelled foul and tasted of iron. Shake thought it would likely give him the shits, but he needed to hydrate.
Major Badass and a couple of guards were exploring two wind-battered tents and talking animatedly to a wizened little man in Arab headdress who had an ancient Enfield rifle hanging from his s
