Chapter EightMahomet Qawi finally eased the vehicle into the horseshoe canyon outside Deir Hafer that evening. The Hammer of Allah eluded their pursuers over the rocky desert, zipping in and out of wadis, ridges and depressions in making good their escape. By the time they reached their hideout, they were mentally exhausted and looking for rest. They knew the night was far from over as they were scheduled for a debriefing by Mustafa Hilal. The imam was not going to be happy upon learning that the mission had gone horribly wrong.
“What?” Mustafa Hilal exclaimed upon being told of the debacle. He stood with Mc Cord and his mercs in the great throne room over which the Ayatollah presided. “How could such a thing have happened? With all your training, all your preparations, all of our careful
