Chapter Twenty-Five
Saturday, March 12, 1988
Jalalabad
A white light flashed across Javed’s vision as the fist crashed into his temple, sending his head jerking back. Another blow struck him on the left side of the head. Then someone shoved him hard in the back and he went sprawling onto the damp floor of the dark, stinking cell.
Behind him, the metal door of the cell clanged shut. Javed turned over and sat on the floor, looking up through the gloom at the two Russians who stood on either side of the cell door.
After ambushing him as he tried to escape from the rear of the safe house—one group coming in through the front, another waiting on some rough ground behind the property—the KGB infidels had taken him in a van to the KHAD offices near the Jalalabad airport. There had been no si
