ThirteenAugust 6th 2014
Hills near As Sywayda, the excavation camp
Flight of MH123AS from Damascus to London
Diane stood near the string of jeeps with open doors and shouted, “Are you morons or what? I told you I want all important computers and finds in my bags.”
“Yes, mam. Sorry mam.” Ahmad said. “I'll move everything quickly. Hussein, Youssuf!” He shouted to two other Arabs.
“Oh, forget it. There is no time for that now. We'll miss the plane. Get everyone in the cars and let's get off. Make sure you're driving this jeep.”
Pissed off Diane strode towards the graves her and Geoff had worked in over the past few days. The excavation finished for this season and over the past twenty four hours a feverish organization to protect the find was ongoing. Nobody slept more than two-three ho
