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IT'S ALL ABOUT CONTROL
Miani Hor Inlet. Thirty-three miles north of Gaddani, coastal Pakistan.
All Khalid knew was that the boat runner was not a brother in jihad.
Why did Jarrah not tell me more? he wondered.
The boat bounced across the waves as Khalid and the only other occupant sped northwest along the Pakistani coastline. The man said nothing, and Khalid watched his every move. Wind and salty mist pelted them as the fast boat and its deadly cargo made the forty-five minute journey to a coastal inlet known as Miani Hor. The horseshoe-shaped harbor of Miani Hor was desolate with the exception of a tiny fishing hamlet on the far-eastern side. The boat, however, kept a large distance between itself and the village. Khalid surmised the driver did not want any additional prying eyes
