Larnaca, Cyprus“T
hese guys just keep shooting themselves in the foot.” Chan Dwyer Davis killed the video and looked around at the analysts in the conference room. They’d been through the video clip pulled down off an internet site plus some other raw footage that the intercept mavens managed to capture. It was gruesome stuff, even worse than the cannibal sequence from Homs. “Are they really that stupid?”
“Do you really doubt it?” Alan Gelb, the Israeli analyst, lit a cigarette and blew a plume of smoke over the conference table. He smiled at the woman across from him fanning the air in front of her face. “These lunatics are aware of cell phone cameras and the internet. They know this kind of thing will go viral. They don’t give a shit.”
“OK, we’ll send the dialogue transcripts.” Rich G
