My interest in Abdul Amir al Ramadi increased when I returned to my D.C. office. Since finding out that Gaia was in Kabul, and in al Ramadi"s circle of fighters, I read everything I could about him. He was still little more than a bit player, but his activities had attracted enough attention from the CIA that they wanted to keep him on their radar screen.
I was even able to bring up video clips of some of his movements. I memorized his face after hours of viewing, sometimes at night when most of the State department was quiet and dark. I studied al Ramadi"s various homes, all treated like hideouts. It was commonplace for a man in his position to move about several residences, move his meetings from the city to the countryside, and generally create confusion concerning his whereabouts.
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