BaalbekS
ector Commander Abdul Mansour hung up the phone in his tiny downtown office, crushed out his cigarette, and lit another one from the pack on his desk. Two calls today, he thought, and both of them frustrating. His schedule—in fact the schedule for all of his men in Baalbek—would have to be rapidly rearranged. He drew deeply on the smoke and pondered the will of God. Only He knew why these frustrations burden His loyal servant of the Islamic Resistance. Inshallah, he muttered and opened the notebook containing his duty rosters.
He would need at least 30 good men to accompany him to El Qaa where the Security Council was demanding a full and thorough screening of at least 300 new refugees that had just crossed the border from Syria. One Hezbollah screener for every ten refugees sho
