The Customer/Dexter's Saga By Joystick
Chapter #43
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Passion and fire seemed to envelop her, fill her, as she passed out again. Luckily, she did not even feel the pain as his fingers prodded her, trying to enter her rear end.........
Chapter #43
"Damn it," her would be rapist cursed, "she has an ass as tight and hot as her tight pussy." Well, he thought, since I'm not permitted to bust in her front door at this time, I'll bust down her rear door even if I have to blast it with dynamite. Placing his finger in his mouth to wet it, he then rubbed it around her anal ring and pressed to gain entrance, but still found he could not. Frustrated after repeated tries, he finally was able to spread her ass cheeks apart with his thumbs. Then placing his mouth on her rosebud he began to use the tip of his tongue to penetrate, lubricate and move around and around the ring. Digging as deep as he could into her with his tongue, flittering in and out and then pressing down as hard as he could, he finally broke down the gate of resistance and broke through. He almost shouted with joy, as he tasted her essence kissing, licking and nibbling on her rear end. His mind wandered back trying to remember the last time he had entered a woman's ass. Feeling the warmth he removed his tongue and again pushed his finger past the ring and into her deeper and deeper. Try as he might he could not remember the last time he had been with a woman. All those years in prison and then the enforced slavery to the Caliph, he had almost forgotten what it was like. The guys behind bars always justified and tried to excuse their homosexual lust by saying, `a hole is a hole'.. And after a time one comes to believe it, but this is not all together true. This lovely soft female ass is something altogether different.. Here was a fresh young piece of flesh to be devoured. It is so soft and warm. So different from all those men he had known. He could not remember the last time he had been this excited. His cock was harder than steel. Harder than he could ever remember it being. So hard it was dripping pre-cum. He removed his finger and gripping his hard cock, he placed the dripping wet head on the rosebud and started to push. Just when he felt the tip pushing aside the golden gate, a voice from outside the tent shouted and destroyed his lust..
"Commander! Commander! You better get out here now."
"Shit! What in the fucking hell do you want now?" Dawud shouted as he stumbled to his feet, grabbed a tattered rag, cleaned his hands and yelled, "This had better be important. I told you not to interrupt me unless the world is coning to an end."
"It is of the utmost importance that you come out here now and see this for yourself, sir."
Grabbing his pants and stepping into them, he went to the tent flap and peeping out he asked angrily, "O.K. what is the problem?"
"Look over there! Do you see that dark cloudbank? It's a khameseen, I think! And it is coming fast, you better prepare for it before it's too late."
"Idiot! A khameseen at this time of year? That's ridiculous. Don't they usually come between March and May? That can't be a khameseen. It may be just a sand storm!"
"Yes you might be right, but, khameseen or sand storm, this looks bad and in either case we had better get ready for it right now. It could create big problems for us. You will have to tie everything down and since there are no natural barriers like hills or caves here, we will have to get as deep undercover as we can. Cover your head and face with cloth. Any weapons will have to be covered as well. We have taken the precaution to fill every empty barrel and container we could find with water from the spring." Then seeing a glimpse of Ronnie's naked body lying on the makeshift bed he added almost drooling, "It would be best if you cover your bodies as well and do not come outside if you can help it. Sand storms don't last too long, but they have been known to do a lot of damage. It is better to be prepared for it."
"Yes, you are right. Thank you for the warning. Please see to it that a few Jerry cans of water are placed inside our tent. I will see to it that we get ready and, again, thank you for the warning and I must apologize for being so nasty before."
"No apology necessary, I can appreciate the reasons for your frustration. Don't worry. There will be plenty of time for amusements later. Just get ready now."
Dawud got dressed and when Ronnie began to stir he handed her what clothes he could scrape up, "Here, put these on for now. We will find you others later. A sand storm is coming. I hope it won't last too long. After it is over, we can get back to our little party, my little sweet pet. There is no need to rush things now that we will have plenty of time for `fun and games'. I have come to the decision that under no circumstance are you to be returned to Jesse. No, you are too good for that spoiled bastard. I want you for myself. You belong to me now. You are too beautiful to return to him and I am going to keep you for myself. Well, at least for the time being. You see, I want to have the pleasure of taking your cherry first. Then after that and a little bit of training, we will see if I still wish to keep you or sell you. "
"No! Please." She pleaded. "You know our law. I am already his wife by Sharia law! If it takes him years, he will hunt us down and when he finds out I am no longer a virgin, he will kill both of us. Even if by some miracle he should decide to give me up and divorce me, in the eyes of Allah, I will still be dishonored. My uncle, Rashid, will then hunt us down and restore the family honor...."
"Stop that crap," he said as he slapped her face. "They may try to find us but there are plenty of safe places in this world we can run to where they will never find us. I know you don't like the idea now, but believe me, once we are away from this hellhole you will get used to it and who knows, you might even get to like it."
After both of them were dressed, he dug out a small trench and made a small fort-like structure in the center of the tent. Using what material he found he constructed a roof of cross beams and used the mattress to cover them creating a small cave like shelter. He then wet some cloths and instructed Ronnie to lie down inside the makeshift shelter and cover her head. When the wind increased outside, he joined her inside the fort and the two of them listened and waited as the wind picked up outside the tent.
"See, I knew it, this is no khameseen! It's just a sandstorm. A khameseen would be hotter, and less windy. Nonetheless, it sounds bad," he shouted as the wind picked up speed and howled outside. It tore into the tent sending loads of sand to pile up on the windward side of the tent. The force of the wind and weight of the sand caused the tent to collapse on top of them burying them. However, the roof of their little fort held and they were able to survive.
The storm raged for about two hours and then subsided.... Some of the camp dwellers finally came to their aid and dug Dawud and Ronnie out. They looked around at what was left of the encampment and all they saw was devastation. They had to wonder how anybody or anything had survived. Sand had gotten into everything. It had bored into the smallest places and plugged them up. Trucks and cars had to be dug out and cleaned. Guns and ammunition had to be washed and oiled. The radio tower was down. There was not much left but the Captain and Dawud soon had everything and everyone organized into small work parties and the work of cleaning and rebuilding soon started. After helping to secure Ronnie and Dawud in their restored tent, the Captain left the two of them there and went to work on the unit's radio. When it was operational, the first person he contacted was the Caliph. He reported to him that while things were a bit upset now, they hoped to restore the equipment and get everything back to normal in a few days.
"I wish I could say things here are going better," said the Caliph. "They are not! While we have not suffered from anything like a sand storm, for some reason I can't get in touch with the girl's boyfriend or his family yet. Either they are out of touch or are just not taking my calls. The only one I was able to get in touch with is the girl's uncle, Rashid, and he is furious. I was able to calm him down. However, he wants me to use everything I have to see to it that Ronnie is returned to him and the family. He wants that done right now! When I refused and told him that the only way he would ever see her again was for Jessie to agree to come and join me, he told me that Jessie had disappeared. He is not even around and he could not be contacted. They thought that perhaps when he heard about the kidnapping, he had gone after the kidnappers and they either killed him or God-knows-what. As far as the Judge is concerned, he, too, is pissed off and both he and Rashid are threatening to go to the F.B.I. and tell them everything."
"That's stupid! Neither of them is going to go to the F.B.I. They might deport Rashid and his mother. And who knows what this would do to the Judge's chances for a second term. Tell him to go to hell. Even if the F.B.I. wanted to do something about this -- there is nothing they could do," the Captain laughed and continued, "Besides, from what I can see, it looks like Commander Dawud has decided that he is not going to return the girl under any circumstances. It appears he wants her for himself and I can't blame him for that. That girl is one beauty. If I were in his shoes, I might do the same."
"Well, you are not in his shoes and I expect the Commander, you and your men to control yourselves!" the Caliph shouted. "Now tell me how they are doing."
"Well, aside from the inconvenience of the storm, the Commander seems to be in fine shape. The girl, however, has had a bad time of it. It looks like she has been resisting her imprisonment and his sexual advances and fighting him off. He had commanded us to stay away from his tent. But, when I heard those horrid screams coming from the tent just before the storm, I could not help it and used the sight of the coming sandstorm to interrupt him. However, by the time I was able to interrupt him she appeared to have passed out. She must have put up a big fight. Her clothes were torn off her body and she lay nude as well as bruised and unconscious on the tent floor chained to a huge stake that he had requested that I plant in the center of the tent. There was a leather whip lying near by. I did not notice any lash marks on her, but he must have been having a rough time with her, sir. If you know what I mean."
"A rough time! Damn that bastard, he had better not have harmed her! He knows I need her in good shape. She was not to be molested in any manner."
"Well, Your Eminence, it sure looked like he was planning to do that. This storm may have delayed whatever he was planning to do to her for now. It looks as if his fun will have to be postponed for a few days, as things are a bit upset now. However, we should be back to normal in a day or two and after that, who knows? She is such a delicate and delicious morsel, while he is such a ravenous beast, I cannot see her resistance lasting much longer." The Captain almost drooling said.
"Back to normal, my ass," shouted the Caliph. "Is that so, Captain, send for him, NOW! I want to talk with him. Things have changed and as of this moment, I charge you to see to it that under no circumstance is he to violate her. That is a direct order from me to you. From now until this is settled, I charge you with the responsibility for that girl's safety and her wellbeing. And I will have his as well as your balls if she has been molested. Is that clear and understood?"
"I understand, sir but no disrespect sir, I beg your pardon, but for all I know he may already have violated her and there was nothing I could do about it. He ordered us to keep out of his way and refused any of us to even speak to her let alone help her. You cannot blame me for something that the Commander and you started. I'm sorry, but I'm not taking the blame for the things he might have done to her. It was you who ordered my men and me to assist and provide him with whatever he wanted. He was acting on your orders that he was in charge and I was to take my orders from him. As only a Captain, I could not question his authority when he came here and I'm not sure if I can even now!"
"You are right. You could not have known. BUT as of now, you will protect her. I ORDER IT. AS OF THIS SECOND," he shouted, "he is no longer a commander. I charge you with both her protection and well-being! And understand this, I want her in good shape until I tell you otherwise. Do you agree to this? Can you now take over and do my bidding?"
"You are the Caliph, Your Eminence. I have always followed your orders and always will, sir."
"Good as of now you are in charge. Is he available to talk to me now?"
"No, he is busy directing the clean up of the camp."
"You send for him. Do it nicely, as I want to find out what he is intending to do. If he refuses or gives you any problem, arrest him and put him in chains."
"Yes, sir. I'll send for him, Sir."
Dawud was sent for and told the Caliph was on the radio and wanted to speak with him. Thinking that perhaps Jesse had agreed to join the Caliph and this would be over soon, he rushed into the tent and took the phone from the Captain. "Yes, Your Eminence, It's good to hear from you. Have you any news for me?"
"I was just telling the Captain that I'm having trouble getting in touch with either Jesse or the Governor. I'm sure it will take a few days or a week more, but ...."
"That's it! The deal is off. There is no more deal. She belongs to me as of now! I am not going to give her up. The plan was to use her only to make Jesse come to you. Once you had him, it was up to you to make sure he forgets about her. Now, if you can not even contact him, then I will execute Plan B"
"Shut up! That's not exactly what was supposed to happen and you damn well know it," said Haroun. "What I did agree to was that you could keep her only after Jesse came to me and agreed to join me as my second in command. I said that once he was here, I would try my best to make him forget about her. Until that happens, she is to be unharmed. Is that clear? When he calls, he will want pictures of her or something to prove she is still alive, untouched and well. If he thinks otherwise, he might refuse my invitation. Don't be an idiot. I know Jesse. When push comes to shove, Jesse is really a homosexual and could not care one bit for her. From our meeting on the boat, I know he has feelings for me. You saw the video of us together. Was that the actions of a man who loves women or was it that of a man lover? Your job is to hold her until he is here with me. After he is here and under my control, I will make him forget about that little tramp. Then and ONLY THEN could you do what you like with her. Jesse is as greedy and ambitious as the rest of us, if not more so. Power, raw unlimited power is what he wants, and he wants it now, while he is young and not when he is too old to enjoy it. Once he is here with me and sees for himself that only I hold the power to place him on not only on the throne of the United States but also give him the rest of the world, he will forget about both her and Yethro. He will forget about all that crap that Yethro and Rashid have fed him. He will quickly come to see that not by votes but by our combined armed forces will his Caliphate be established. I am ready and will provide him with everything he needs and wants. He can have everything he dreams about. If he still wants a woman, I will give him a thousand women, each and every one better than that guttersnipe. It will be easy to make him forget about her. Now, that was what we agreed on. That, and nothing else! Now, you will obey me. I am the Caliph and still your commander, and remember you are still in Caliphate territory. I do have agents in the Sinai. Do you understand what I am saying!! Is it clear?"
"What will I get out of this and when will I get it? I have waited too long now."
"I told you that if this works out the way I think it will, you could have any woman you want. If I convince Jesse and he doesn't want her, you can have her as well. But until I tell you otherwise, damn it, she is off limits. Again, is that clear?" he shouted.
"Okay, yes it is clear. I get what you are saying; however you can't expect me to wait much longer. This camp is a mess and we are going to have to dig out of this sand. As of right now we are defenseless and sitting ducks."
"Then I suggest that you begin acting like a Commander. Stop playing with that bitch and start rebuilding right away. Is there anything you need? Perhaps we can help?"
"I don't think that would be a good idea. Any help you might send might be observed and lead the Americans or the Egyptians here and we do not need them poking around. We will be fine. It will take a few days to get things dug out and get the rest of the equipment in shape. We will have to do it gradually so as not to arouse any attention. Sand storms are more or less normal here so it would be best to just sit it out for a few days."
"Yes, and while there is little that can be done at this time, you will not use that time to molest our captive. You will make sure that our package is well protected, just in case we need her in the future. Everything has gone fairly well to this point and I will double my efforts to get in touch with Jesse. Unless he has changed his mind, I'm sure he wants her back safe and sound with her family and that he will not only come, but jump at the chance of seeing me again. If Jesse was around and I could have spoken with him, we would have concluded our business by now. We are almost there and there is no sense in screwing up the operation now. Just give me time to work this out. Once I contact Jesse I'm sure I can get him here and under my control. I'm positive I can convince him to join us and perhaps forget about her. After all, we all know that he wants to become the American Caliph. However, if he keeps listening to Yethro, he is going to have to wait until he is at least 45 years old to be elected to the post. That is much too long to wait for that to happen. By that time, we shall have completely over-run Europe, destroyed the British monarchy and other governments, and formed the Islamic confederation of Eurasia, and destroyed the United States. We will not need him anymore, as we will install one of our own people as Caliph. If he were to join me now, we can work together and hasten the final victory of Islam and then I will appoint him as Caliph of not only the United State but also, all of North America. By joining me now, he will learn and I will teach as well as provide him with everything he ever wanted to accomplish that goal. The two of us will march together as we oversee the complete destruction, cleansing and enslavement of the world's infidels. If he still feels he needs a woman, I can give him twenty women a night as beautiful, if not better than, Rashid's trash. Instead of her, he can have his pick of any or all of Hollywood's male and female beauties. Remember this, like I told you before, Jesse is more interested in men than women. You saw those tapes of our last meeting. He admitted not only his homosexuality to me but said he loves me. He said that Yethro and Rashid convinced him against his will that he needed her for the children she could bear as his future heirs. Well, I was able to convince him that any woman can do that and that he could have at least five wives and as many concubines as he felt like."
"Alright, I'll do what you ask, but there is a time factor. You have only seven days to tie up your end of the deal. After that....."
"How dare you! Who do you think you are? You are now issuing ME orders? It is not you that issue orders to me but I that gives them to you! No! Dawud, for once, you will do as I say! And as of this minute, you are no longer in charge. I have ordered the Captain to place you under arrest and put you in chains."
"Why, I have done everything you wanted?"
"No! I demand unquestioned loyalty and obedience. I am tired of fighting with you. Let me remind you again that a commander must be able to control his urges at all times. And you have shown me you are not willing to do that. Now, let me talk to the Captain."
"Here he wants to talk to you," Dawud ranted and handed the phone to the Captain and started to stomp out of the tent.
"Hold on there, Commander," he said drawing his pistol and calling his own guards, "You are under arrest."
Taking the phone from Dawud, the Captain told the Caliph he had placed Dawud under arrest and asked if there were any additional orders.
"I am sorry to say that it looks as if Dawud is becoming a bit unstable," he said, "I want this woman in good condition until I tell you otherwise. This may take a week or two to arrange. However, until you hear from me again neither the Commander, you nor any of your people are to molest that girl. Is that clear? If anything screws up this operation, I will be extremely unhappy and you do not wish to know me when I'm unhappy! By the way, you are now receiving a nice promotion, Commander. Do you understand?"
"Yes, your Excellency. And thank you!"
(And aboard ship)
"Look, this is my ship and my command. Just who does this Allwadii guy think he is? I run this operation and I don't care if he is a Governor's son. I will not have amateurs coming here and dictating to me how to do things. A night operation would be best. We cannot afford to wait until he arrives. This sand storm presents us with too great a golden opportunity to let slip by. We must go tomorrow night at the latest whether he is here or not. We can wipe out the entire nest of cockroaches and save the Egyptians the effort. The Egyptians always say they are looking for an opportunity to take the Sinai branch of Isis out. Well, this is it! The storm has left them sitting ducks. We may never get this opportunity again, but I'll bet Cairo doesn't do anything about it."
"They are on Egyptian land. Our just going in there and shooting up the place is taking the law into our hands. It could cause an international incident!"
"Fuck that crap! We can't wait for them to stage a raid. You know how long it takes them to make a move. By the time their army gets off their asses and moves, every street beggar from Libya to Iran will know all about it. Besides, there is that girl to consider. She is engaged to an American, the son of one of our State Governors and she was kidnapped off the streets of the United States. It wasn't as if she was picked up off the streets of another country. We have every right to rescue her no matter where they take her," the Colonel said, "Add to that the fact that there might be some Mossad agents in that camp who will help us. That increases the likelihood of success."
"Are you sure they are in the camp and are we in touch with them?" the team leader asked. "Maybe we can have them secure her and then send in our team to clean out the mess. Will they work with us?"
"Yes, I'm sure they are right there. From where do you think we are getting our intelligence? Look at the layout before you. Almost every tent, truck, artillery piece and the location of the command HQ as well as the radio tower is shown. Every time a truck is moved it is reported to us and then our satellite confirms it. I have been in contact with Jerusalem and they are willing to provide us with men and personnel providing we give them first shot at any of the prisoners we might take for interrogation afterward. It would appear they have been watching this group for some time now as they believe this is one of the many groups involved in the digging of those smuggling tunnels into Israel as well as other activities. When I told them about the girl they confided that they had a number of operatives in the encampment and they will be happy to work with us. But, like everything in the Mid-east, it has a price."
"In this case, if it destroys that unit and we can save this girl, I say we pay it. They can have them. If we take out this load of scum it would be better to turn over any survivors to them rather then the Egyptians, who just might release them. Of course, we could just take them to `Gitmo' but that would cause an international uproar, to say nothing of the expense of jailing and feeding the bastards for God knows how long. Yes, let's get in touch with that team and set up a meeting A.S.A.P. I want that leader and some of his men aboard this ship so that we can be ready to go the day after tomorrow at 12 mid-night. I want twenty helicopters and fifteen men per. Night gear. And we go with or without the Governor's son. This job will be hard enough without having to baby-sit him. See to it now!"
"Yes, sir. I'll see about having their leader and a few of his men flown aboard this morning. Is there anyone aboard who speaks Hebrew?"
"Oh shit! Another problem!"
"That may not be necessary. I understand that English is their second language, but if need be we do have a Jewish Chaplain on board ship and he might help."
"Good, make it so!"
Later that day both the Mossad commander and a few of his agents arrived and later Jesse arrived. Jesse was taken into the planning sessions and was glad to learn that the Mossad reported that Ronnie was in the camp and all things considered, she appeared to be in good shape.
"We were able to get a few of our best men into the camp and they are among the two guards assigned to guard her." Pointing at a large detailed photo of the encampment he said in perfect, although British-accented, English, "We have it on good authority that she is being kept in this tent over here and that for some reason she is no longer under the control of that Dawud guy. He is not even allowed in the tent with her anymore. Two soldiers are now guarding her. We have been trying to isolate her and protect her even more, hoping that we can take her even before your raid. However, this would require her complete trust and cooperation. We are afraid she might not trust us. These operations are always tricky and dangerous. Unless she is sure that we are the good guys and have come to rescue her, she might think we were perhaps from another band of Bedouins on a raid to steal her for themselves or maybe going to kill her."
"Well if I were to go with you she would not think that," Jesse said, again trying to force his way onto the mission. "By the way, your English is excellent. How many languages do you speak?"
"I speak four, Hebrew, several dialects of Arabic, French, English and also some Yiddish. By the way, what language does Miss Suleshah speak?"
"English and Syrian Arabic. Her English is good and you should have no problem as far as her understanding what you mean. Please let me go with you." Jesse begged.
"I'm sure you would help and not be in the way, but, no disrespect intended, unfortunately, we have been forced to be involved in too many of these types of operations before. One thing we have found is that unless the victim has prior knowledge that we are coming, they do tend to freeze and cause all kinds of weird problems. There have been some cases where they even try to protect their captors. While I never could understand that and it sounds really crazy, the brain people' tell us it has happened and even have a special name for it, the Stockholm Syndrome'. Unless your girlfriend is prepared, she might even try to run and get caught in the crossfire. Mr. Allwadii, I know you want to help, but in this instance I think you might be a hindrance. Like I said before, each member of my team has personal experiences with these types of operations. It could be tricky."
"I know what you are saying but...."
"BUT, NOTHING! You are not going on this operation and that's final," the Mossad agent screamed as he almost lost his cool. But, after a bit of cooling down he continued in a calmer voice, "If this girl were close to me, say my family, I too would be forced to stay on the sidelines. However, there is one way you can be of great use to us. Only you can give us the tool we need to carry this off. If you do, I can see to it that you will be one of the first guys she sees when and if we free her."
"Tool? Great anything! What do you need?"
"As I told you before, we have operatives in and outside of the encampment for a long time. A few have worked their way into the team guarding her and are ready to grab her and take her, to safety, if possible, before there is any shooting. The only thing they need is some bit of information that would assure her that they are not one of those out to harm her and that you sent them! Some personal phrase or thing whereby she will know they come from you and only you. Think about it and let me know. If it works, we may be able to free her and bring her to one of the helicopters where you will be waiting. Once she is clear of the encampment we can take out these `Momzarim' (bastards) without fear of hurting any innocent people. Now think about it and let me know. It should be some personal thing, something that only the two of you might know. The more personal the better."
Jesse thought awhile and then a smile came over his face as he said to the agent, "Well not too many people know it but Ronnie and I are planning on building a cabin on my father's property. The only problem we had was her grandmother. The old lady is getting too old and we were talking about installing a chairlift so that she will be able to get up to the children's room.... If you mentioned that, I'm sure she will know that your agent is from me... We have only talked about that to the builder and never to anyone else."
"That sounds wonderful and it should work. I will send word out right away and let you know how she reacts. If it doesn't work, we might need you to go along with us," then turning to the Seal Commander he said, "Now, about the rest of this operation. Number one, the number of helicopters and personnel. I think it is too much. After all, we are not going to liberate Europe. In the beginning, the fewer copters the better. The less chance of them being seen or heard. Secondly, after the rescue of the girl, our top priority is to have one of my men take out the radio tent. This will isolate the encampment from any outside help. Also, most of the records as well as the computers are kept there. Once the encampment is secured, you can send in others to pick up the prisoners as well as captive documents. I would also suggest that you land about a half mile from the encampment at this point," he said, pointing to a spot on the photo. "It is a short distance to the target and my men will have secured it by the time you land. The men can then proceed to encircle the terrorists. One of those copters should have a medical team on board, in case we need it. Hopefully by that time we will have extracted the girl and then the men can mop-up and wipe out that nest of bastards. Any Egyptian forces in the area will be too busy trying to dig out of that sand storm to bother with what is going on and, hopefully, will think that this is just one Bedouin clan trying to take advantage of the sand storm to even up an old blood feud. Things like this happen all the time. We could spread the rumor that it's about water rights. This is plausible as this group has a spring in that oasis and Bedouins have been known to fight over water. Anything that would prevent the Egyptian army from acting for the few hours will help. After the girl is free and this is over, don't be shocked if Cairo claims all the credit. It has happened before."
"I hope you are right. Everything you said makes sense. I would still like to have more troops, but I can see your point. We can always send in more if they are needed. Is there anything else you need?" asked the Seal Commander.
"No nothing else as of now, Colonel. Now let's go over it again. We have to make sure your men and mine know each other and can work together as well as keep out of each other's lines of fire. We will rehearse this over and over on the deck of this carrier until we can do it in our sleep."
The men formed up tactical groups and each group was told what its mission was and how to accomplish it. As much as possible, a Mossad agent was included in each group and methods of operation, passwords, landing signals etc were set. Jesse was to be sent with the Medical Chopper and was instructed not to try and be a hero. "Just stay with that chopper and we will bring her there to you. We don't want to have to search around for you once we have her. As soon as they say she is in condition, the two of you will leave for the carrier on another chopper. We will need the medical unit to care for any of our wounded." Zero hour was set and when it arrived the Mossad agent came to see Jesse off.
"Good news," he shouted over the chopper noise. "My men have secured the landing site and your girlfriend has been contacted. At first she could not believe a rescue effort was on the way until she was told about the chair-lift. Our man said she went ballistic after hearing that but realized you sent him. After that she was ready and willing to cooperate. The two of them are now waiting for us. So let's get going!"
As soon as the choppers landed the units went out and secured the perimeter and some went into the encampment. Jesse had waited and watched the men move into the encampment and begin to wipe out the resistance and was watching as Ronnie was brought to his station. She fell into his arms as he lifted her up and kissed her. The two of them were herded into a chopper and strapped in. "Get them the hell out of here and come right back. Report that we might need more men to finish up here. We were able to capture a lot of files, computers and disks as well as some officers and men, including the commander and I think the guy that took her in the first place."
"You make sure that that guy is kept alive for now. I want him." Jesse ordered. "You can have what's left of him when I'm through with him."
"Just get her back to the carrier and the doctor and have him check her out. She needs your love and care right now. We'll take care of him. He is a really big fish and close to the Caliph. He must have lots of information and we want him alive at this point. After we finish questioning him, he's yours!" The Colonel shouted above the whirl of the chopper blades as he shut the hatch and signaled the pilot to take off.
At this point Ronnie fell apart and Jesse held her sobbing body in his arms all the way back to the Carrier where they were met by a group of medical personnel and a chaplain who put her on a stretcher and rushed her to the ship's doctor who was waiting in the sick bay. Jesse was forced to wait outside as the Doctor and his staff took over. A short time later he came out to Jesse smiling, "You have one remarkable young woman there, Mr. Allwadii. "Aside from a bad case of shock, she is in good shape. There are some bruises and teeth marks that are superficial and should heal soon. From what I can see and from what she tells me, she wasn't raped, and aside from the psychological damage, she appears to be in good shape and, as I said, she should heal quickly. I can see no evidence of rape. I do suggest that both of you seek professional help when you get home. Ms. Suleshah has been through a very rough time and she will need you as well as her family to help her. She is worried about what her family and you will think about her. She wants me to assure you that she still is `worthy' of being your wife."
"That silly girl. It's so typical of Arab women. It's hard to convince Arab women that their so-called `honor' is not important to me. The only thing that matters is that she is well. Can I see her now?"
"Yes, I will let you see her now. She is under medication; so don't be worried if she falls asleep now and then. All she needs now is to have you holding her hand and not leave her side. She seams to want you and someone called Jida..."
"She must mean her grandmother. Her Parents were killed in the war. I already have notified her Uncle and Grandmother and they will be waiting at the airport for us to arrive. Do you know how the mopping up is going? Have we taken any casualties?"
"A fantastic, textbook operation! It looks like we got lucky this time. We caught them with their guard down. This was better than the Osama bin Laden operation. Only three people with slight injuries and all the choppers came back.. They are coming aboard the ship now along with the few remaining live captives. We have the Commander and Captain and a few others. The others are all dead. This time we did good!"
"Is that Commander named Dawud?"
"Yes he is? Do you know him?"
"Yes, I know the bastard. I want a few minutes alone with him. But first, I want to see the wounded and thank each of them personally. Can you take me to see them?"
"Seeing the wounded men I can arrange, but the Commander and Captain you may see only under guarded circumstances. The Mossad wants to question them back in Israel first and I doubt that there will be much left to question after they finish. Your job now is to take care of that girl, get her well and make her forget about this shit. No one else can do that, only you and her family can give her the love she needs now."
"Sir, I see you like most Americans, don't know the Arab mind. She and her family are Arabs, not only Arabs, but from the `old school'. They think her honor as well as that of her family has been destroyed. It makes no difference that she was not raped. Everyone will think that she was and only by the taking of his blood can that honor and that of her family be restored. I am willing to let the Israelis do the job for me, but I must tell him face to face that they are my "Agents". Only then will he understand that whatever they do to him will be blood libel payback for Ronnie. And only then can she and her family's honor be restored."
"That's barbaric," quipped the Doctor. "Besides it makes no sense at all."
"That may be, but then some might say that to have to go through the pain and long sessions with a head doctor is not only barbaric but expensive. The Arab way may be barbaric but it is faster and cheaper. I'm sure that the Israelis know this and understand. I promise that I will not kill him and that he will be able to answer whatever questions they might want to ask him, but we must do it this way."
To be continued...