Arrest Record, Part 9 By Jacksantoro1@yahoo.com
Amir stripped down to his shorts and took one bed. Ed lay on top of the other, fully clothed, and dozed while I sat on the sofa. At 3 A.M. Ed got up and I took his place, sleeping fitfully. We were both too excited and anxious to sleep soundly. Amir got up at six and went into the bathroom. I got on the radio and contacted Ted.
"Send up breakfast." We had arranged that Ted would order our breakfasts from room service to his room, so as not to alert anyone who might be watching that more than one person occupied our room. Once the tray came, Ted would wait until the hall was clear and bring it to our room. This was just a small details, but plans have failed because of small oversights, and we were already working a risky plan.
"Ed and I are eating ham and eggs," I told Amir when he emerged from the bathroom, "but for you I ordered scrambled eggs, fresh fruit, and toast. I hope that's okay." This was another small detail, but I was very concerned not to offend Amir's religious views about eating pork. We were skating on thin ice, as it were, and couldn't afford the slightest avoidable interpersonal conflict. After we'd taken our turns in the bathroom we had only to wait for something to happen. Ed had prepared for this by attaching a tape recorder and headphones to the room's phone line. When Amir's contact called, we'd be able to listen. The telephone rang shortly after ten, and Ed and I donned our headphones. The caller, a male, spoke in Arabic, and Ed and I exchanged anxious glances because we didn't understand the conversation and knew that if Amir planned to screw us, he'd be able to do it without our knowing it immediately. This was another oversight, and we'd blown it. Our only safety valve was that we had it all on tape and would find out after we'd had it translated.
"He is coming," Amir said to us after he'd hung up the phone. "He will be here in an hour." Perhaps he didn't notice the anxious looks on our faces.
I raised the others on the radio and briefed them. Ed and I would stand behind the door when Amir answered it. There would be one canister on the bed. When the contact entered the room we'd take him down. The others would have their doors cracked open to observe, and if the contact became suspicious and tried to flee, they'd intercept him.
The knock on the door was almost anticlimactic. We took our positions and Amir opened the door. After exchanging greetings the contact, a man of about 20, short like Amir, entered the room. We were on him and had him face down on the floor before he knew what was happening. Ed and I held his arms behind him while we applied the handcuffs. A quick frisk disclosed that the newcomer was carrying a small cheap .32 automatic in a belt holster. No doubt he knew how to use it, which reinforced our idea of taking him down quickly. His wallet held a California driver's license in the name of Emile Habash. I guessed he might be Lebanese.
We dragged him to his feet, whereupon he began cursing us in Arabic and English:
"Your mother is a diseased whore!" was all we could make out. He then turned his ire on Amir as he realized that Amir had cooperated in trapping him. At this point Ted and Paul pushed their way into the room.
"Now this guy is for us," Ted stated flatly. We knew that Habash was likely to be a hard-core terrorist, dedicated to dying gloriously for Allah, and that gentle methods would not work with him.
Lucky for us we've got a facility up the coast in Los Angeles," Ted informed us. We'll be there in an hour and start working on him. One of our guys can interrogate him in Arabic if it turns out he doesn't speak English."
"Fuck you! Fuck your mother!" Habash shouted in a thick accent, and Ed thumped him on the side of the head to quiet him. We didn't want to attract attention.
"Well, we know he speaks English," said Paul as he pulled a small flat case from his coat pocket. From the case he took a syringe. We pulled up Habash's right sleeve and Paul swabbed his right arm with an alcohol pad and injected the contents of the syringe into his antecubital vein, just in front of the elbow. We could easily see Habash relax as the drug took effect. I removed the handcuffs.
"That's a hefty dose of Versed," Paul explained. "He's not unconscious, but he won't offer any resistance when we walk him out of here. Waling him out attracts less attention than taking him out on a stretcher."
"You've got this down to a science," I said with admiration.
"Yeah, if this operation gets fucked up, it won't be because of anything we do," Ted replied.
"I know what you mean," Ed said. "We still have a few loose ends here." I knew what he meant, but Ted elaborated:
"We don't know if Habash has a back-up observing the transaction. If he does, and if he sees us walking Habash out to the car, he'll know something's gone wrong. We also don't know if Habash is operating under positive control. He might have to report in as soon as he's got the canister, and if his control doesn't hear from him, he'll know that something's happened." Ted was absolutely right. We had plenty of worries, even at this early stage in the operation.
"Well, we might as well get on the road. The next delivery point is Albuquerque, and we'll be stopping in Phoenix tonight." Ted and Paul walked Habash out, promising us a report on his interrogation later. Amir packed his suitcase and we did ours. He left in his Buick a couple of minutes before we did in our car.
The drive East along Interstate 8 was pleasant, as there was little traffic. We kept our distance from Amir in case there was a tail.
"Keeping this far back gives us a chance to see if someone else is tailing him," Ed commented as he drove. We went as far as Gila Bend, In Arizona, where we stopped to eat.
"We passed Hyder a few miles back," I said. "That's where a terrorist derailed an Amtrak train about 11 years back." The railroad track had run parallel to the freeway for miles at that point.
"Who did it?" Ed asked.
"Don't know. The FBI never caught the guy. He left a note signed `Son of Gestapo' but this wasn't much of a clue. I don't think he ever repeated his act, so he's home free." We went back to the car.
"Next stop Phoenix," I said as I started up. We were going to stay at the Red Roof Inn, on Northern Avenue, that night. Amir was already checked in when we arrived and he'd gotten his dinner from an Asian take-out place. We did the same, as the restaurant was just across the parking lot, and we returned to our room to eat. We'd stripped down and started to eat when my cell phone rang. It was Harold:
"I'm in Albuquerque. Ted faxed me a report a few minutes ago. He said that the preliminary interrogation of Habash turned up that he wasn't working with a backup and had no instructions to contact anyone after accepting delivery. He was just to go home and wait for further orders. We've got a couple of agents searching Habash's apartment now and we're getting a tap on his telephone in case someone tries to call him. At least we'll get the number he's calling from." I thanked him for the information and relayed it to Ed. By the time I'd finished we had eaten our meal and were lying on the bed.
My hand went to Ed's groin, and I grasped his long foreskin nipple between thumb and forefinger. He did the same to me, rolling my nipple between his fingers. We became hard quickly, and both felt the need to dissipate the tensions of the day.
"Let's go head to head," he said as he rolled on his side to face me and put a folded towel between us. He skinned me back to expose the front dome of my glans and I did the same to his foreskin. Now our big purple helmets faced each other and the aroma of our foreskins filled the air. A large drop of clear fluid parted the lips of his long slit as he pressed his prick against mine.
I felt the lips of his orifice kissing the pouting lips of mine as he thrust against me, slightly compressing my front dome with his. His tip was silky smooth with the lubricant, and he moved his glans in small circles. I thrust slightly against him and began stroking his foreskin back in short strokes, keeping the front of his helmet clear but working the thick fleshy ring over his rim. I reached down with my other hand and cupped his scrotum, feeling the thick wrinkled flesh tightening between my ringers.
"I love it when we do this," he murmured. "It feels so intimate when two men go head to head."
"It's like docking, but we get to see the action," I replied. Ed's fingers had begun stroking my foreskin as well, and I felt the friction and compression as my tight hood bumped over my flaring corona. We were both tired but very keyed up from the day's activities, and it didn't take long before I felt Ed's big helmet reaching its final hardness against my engorged tip. When I looked down I saw that both our tips had darkened to a rich deep purple hue.
"Can we come together?" Ed asked.
"I'm close, probably as close as you are," I replied.
"Let's go for it," he said. He began thrusting harder and increased the pressure of his encircling fingers, rolling my foreskin faster up and over my inflamed rim. The familiar tickling feeling began quickly and I knew by his increased breathing that he was feeling it too. It began in my flaring corona and quickly spread to the front dome, where his swollen tip was rubbing and pressing against mine. I felt the lips of his slit rubbing against mine, spreading them and tickling the inside as well. Now my eyes closed as I felt my sensations mounting rapidly.
"HUNHHH!" Ed grunted as I felt his swollen tip throb against mine. An instant later I felt the hot stream of his ejaculation wash over the front of my glans, the sudden shock triggering my own spasm. I cried out as the muscles in the root of my prick tightened and sent a hot gush pouring up my prick to drench the front of his helmet. An instant later I felt his hard front dome hammer against mine as it spewed another heavy gush over the front of my helmet. I cried out as my prick responded with its own contrapuntal spray.
My tip was becoming very sensitive, and as I was sure Ed's was the same way, I yanked his foreskin all the way back as we continued to unload. Ed's fingers pushed my hood back off the head and held it there, relieving me of the intense friction on my over-stimulated nerve endings. Our last discharges were intensely pleasurable, but not as forceful, and within a few more seconds we were still, our hot swollen tips still touching but merely seeping.
"Man, you really grimace when you come," Ed said after a minute. "I don't close my eyes so I see it all. Your eyes close, your lips draw back, and your jaw gets really tight."
"I guess I really get into it," I said. Actually we both did, and only our reactions differed slightly. I had many pleasant memories of our bodies struggling together as we'd shared orgasms.
Let me milk you down," he said as I felt his finger pressing into my tube behind my sac, forcing the remaining fluid forward. As my fingers were already in position under his scrotum, it was easy for me to reciprocate. I worked his last drops forward, where they dribbled from his long slit onto the towel underneath, and then pulled his copious foreskin forward to cover and protect his shrinking helmet.
"We're lucky to have foreskins," I said. "When we go head to head like this, we feel it not only in the tips, but we get action behind the ridge stroking each other's foreskin."
"You can say that again. That feeling of my skin hitting my ridge really gets me hot. Cut guys don't know what they're missing, unless they've been cut as adults." Ed wadded up the towel and we went to sleep touching.
Next morning Amir phoned our room and told us he'd be ready to go in half an hour. We told him to go when he was ready and that we'd follow later. Ed and I showered and ate breakfast before getting on the road. As I drove north along I-17 towards Flagstaff and I-40, we got a call on the radio telling us that Ted and Paul would join us in Flagstaff and that Spicer and Adams were already in Albuquerque, having booked at the next hotel.
Ed took the wheel in Flagstaff and as we rolled east at 75 mph we saw two familiar faces pull in behind us. The radio beeped and I heard Ted's voice telling us to catch up with Amir, scrutinizing the cars behind him. I relayed this to Ed, who increased his speed until Amir's car was in view. I carefully scanned the cars we'd passed, but none looked familiar or suspicious. Then we dropped back to allow Ted and Paul to close with Amir. They didn't see anything suspicious either.
We eventually ended up and the Howard Johnson in Hotel Circle. Just north of the Eubank exit of the freeway. Amir was already checked in, and we looked carefully around the parking lot before entering. We'd recognized none of the cars that had been behind in on the freeway, and relaxed slightly. We took a room next to Amir's with Harold, who arrived just as we were entering the lobby. This evening it was Ted and Paul's turn to stay with Amir. Adams and Spicer arrived an hour later, and took a room down the hall. I ordered room service dinner for three and when the tray arrived I took it to Amir's room, with the others watching my back. Amir, Ted, and Paul ate in their room while the rest of us went to the adjoining restaurant.
Ed and I went back to the room after dinner, joined by the others. Ted came too, leaving Paul to stay with Amir.
"Ted outlined what they'd newly discovered from Habash:
"Once we got him drugged up he began to talk a lot. His target was to be assigned to him by telephone within a few days. He was to be part of a coordinated strike in American cities across the country. That's the way these terrorists like to operate- hit several high profile targets at once.
Harold then made his contribution:
"Our people searched Habash's apartment. They did a stealth search because we didn't know if anyone might be watching it or even if he had a roommate. Once they got in they found that Habash lives alone, or at least there weren't two sets of clothing in there, and there was only one bed. That means they didn't have to worry too much about someone walking in on them. One interesting thing they found was personal telephone book, and one of the numbers corresponds to an address here in Albuquerque. This might mean something, or it might just be a relative or personal friend. We'll check it out. The faxes of the transcript I gt aboard the airplane didn't hold anything significant this time."
"Okay," Ed said. "It looks good so far. We'll follow the same plan we did in San Diego. I'll bring breakfast over to you at six sharp, long before we expect anyone to phone Amir's room." He looked at Ted. "You and Paul are the take-down team this time. I guess you can ship the contact off for questioning any time after that."
"What about Amir?" Harold asked. "What happens to him after the operation's over?" There was an awkward pause.
"Look guys," Ted answered. "I'm not going to bullshit you. Our standard procedure is to milk our suspects and then get rid of them. I know you'd like an exception made for Amir, and I'll admit he's helping us a lot. However, the policy at the top is `the only good terrorist is a dead terrorist' and I don't think anything's going to change that. Don't let Amir know this. If he starts thinking he's a walking dead man, he'll stop cooperating."
"This suck, it really sucks," Ed said.
"Millions of lives are stake," I said. "We can't worry too much about Amir at this stage."
"Don't worry," Ed added. "I'll be sure not to let on to him about this." I knew Ed was the thoroughgoing professional. If we had to lie to Amir to ensure his continued cooperation, he'd go along with it. So would I. So would Harold.
The others went back to their respective rooms and we undressed for bed. There were two queen size beds in the room. Harold and I took one and Ed the other. We dropped off to sleep very quickly, and then the alarm rang. It was five in the morning, and I ordered breakfasts for six sent up on two trays. While waiting I took a quick shower so as t be dressed when the food arrived. The trays came at six, and after notifying Ted by radio that I'd be coming, I went out into the hall. I saw nobody about as I walked the short distance to the next room.
Back in our room I ate with the others, who then got cleaned up and dressed. We waited for the day's events to unroll.
Lunchtime came and went. I ordered more room service and this time sent Harold to deliver the tray next door. The waiting got on our nerves. We would almost have welcomed a shootout, punch-out, or a car chase to break the tension.
At almost 2 P.M. Ted contacted us on the radio to say that Amir's contact had phoned from the lobby and would be up forthwith. I cracked the door slightly to watch the elevator. The elevator arrived and I saw Amir's contact walking tensely down the hall towards me. He stopped at Amir's door and knocked, adding a few words in a language I knew was Arabic.
The contact was a short and stocky man of about 25, and clean-shaven. He disappeared into Amir's room, and I opened our door wide and rushed to follow. When Ed, Harold, and I surged into the room we found the contact on the floor and Paul sticking the familiar needle into his arm. Adams and Spicer were right behind us.
"We don't need cuffs, boys," Paul said triumphantly as we watched the drug take the starch out of the otherwise combative suspect.
"We like to put them down as soon as possible," Ted told us. "We don't know what they're carrying on them or where. If they're walking bombs, we like to incapacitate them. If they have a suicide pill sewn into their collar, we don't want to give them a chance to bite it. Anyway, the sooner they're disoriented the easier they are to work on when we start pumping them for information."
Ted and Paul lifted the suspect and walked him out of the room. The rest of us fanned out along the hallways and down the stairs to the lobby to check on possible surveillance. We found none. We went up to collect Amir and then went down for an early dinner.
Back in our room, Ed and I briefed the others, including Ted and Paul, who had returned after delivering the suspect to the airport.
"Our next stop is Denver," I began. "I've been there many times, and know how awful the traffic between Colorado Springs and Denver is from about 4 o'clock on. So let's get an early start tomorrow. Amir, can you get on the road by five?" Amir nodded affirmatively.
"Okay, the rest of us will follow in a loose formation. We'll stay well behind Amir except for when one of us pulls closer to him to check for a tail. Agreed?" All nodded, and we went to our respective rooms to turn in. Tomorrow was going to be a busy day, and we wanted to be well-rested.
Continued in Part 10