Barr Elias, Beqaa Valley SouthS
ector Commander Abdul Mansour stood by the little oasis, idly kicking at goats, and staring over the desert expanses. It was a desolate, dreary place for such a crucial mission, he thought and wondered when he might be able to move himself and his prisoner into a more amenable situation. He was getting nothing of value on the little tape recorder. What he needed was video equipment and interrogators who had more experience breaking through the American’s training. The human mind—the will of a determined man—was a mystery known only to God but there were specialists within the Islamic Resistance who understood it as well as anyone could.
He’d been promised the video equipment and expert assistance days ago, but there was still nothing but talk coming out of
