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hake and Wafic were still subjects of intense interest to the Hezbollah command in Baalbek. A reassuring phone call from the man who calls himself Bayer didn’t do much to help, but it was nice to know nothing catastrophic had occurred to blow the mission. He was still on track. And he still had a Hezbollah tail everywhere he and his driver went. Some of the unfriendly faces were becoming familiar as they arrived for a second day of hanging around the ruins outside the city. The man watching them approach the entrance to the Propylaea was the same one who scared away a trio of Lebanese tourists who stopped to admire his sketches yesterday. The man talking on the cell phone about 50 meters to their left was the same one who stood chain-smoking and watching them eat dinner at a smal
