“Holy s**t,” Glenn hissed. “You tell them I picked you up outside Al-Qaim and I was driving you to Akashat.”
“And what good do you think that'll do?”
“Play the UN observer angle. I'll think of something to cover my ass.”
“You're not one for thinking on your feet, are you?”
They watched in astonishment as the convoy roared past them, sending clouds of sand billowing into the sky. It seemed almost as if they were responding to a fire alarm in the middle of the desert.
“You think they're ignoring us?” Jessica quipped.
“I've never been so insulted,” Glenn switched off the engine as the agents sat back and watched the dust storm roll by.
An hour earlier, an Islamic Army convoy was triumphantly bringing a truckload of sarin gas cylinders from central Iraq into Syria. They had driven off a
