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"Damn it lover you don't need any aphrodisiacs. Get the hell out of here.
You better take that shower-alone. GO NOW, habibi, before I insist that you
fuck me right here and now. Right on the floor with the servants as
onlookers cheering you on."
Chapter 25
Joseph, after taking a shower and a quick shave exited the bathroom drying
his damp hair with a big fluffy towel. At one time he hated the fact that
the army had insisted that his longish blond hair had to be cut short. Now
he could see some advantages to the military 'Buzz Cut'. First of all, it
dried quickly and it was easy to keep groomed. But lately an additional plus
came to light. Whenever he rubbed the short stubble it reminded him of Rich.
Now that man was the love of his life, but at times he could be so weird.
For the last few weeks, during their lovemaking, he would find any excuse
(or no excuse at all) to rub his cock and balls over the short hair. When
Joseph asked him why, he said it was a major turn on. That it felt like tiny
electric shocks stimulating his libido. He said it made him fantasize about
all kinds of erotic situations, none of which he would divulge. Joseph never
pressed him for any answers, but the fantasies sure added to their bedtime
activities.. Oh! Damn it, there I go again the soldier thought; all I have
to do is to think about Rich and I start getting hard. I've got to put him
out of my mind. Thinking about him can make me careless and I cannot afford
the luxury of that now. It takes only one slip and its curtains for me. (No,
not the type of curtains he visualized in one of his own crazy fantasies.
The one in which the both of them were on stage doing the "Dance of the
Seven Veils". After the last veil floated to the ground, he and Rich,
completely nude, are holding hands and bowing before a huge applauding
audience as the curtain comes down!) (Now who is weird? he asked himself.)
He was constantly trying to force this daydreaming crap out of his
consciousness by repeatedly telling himself, over and over; I have to stop
thinking of him. Being with Rich is fun. With Rich my mine can relax and be
free. Being with Fazzi is not fun. It is work, deadly work. I have to focus
and keep focused. My mind must always remain concentrated on the job.
Wrapping the big towel around his waist, he walked over to the walk-in
closet where he surveyed the growing collection of clothes hanging there.
Along with two sets of army fatigues and his class 'A' uniforms, the maid
had hung the new suits and sports clothes that Fazzi had ordered custom made
for him. (Fazzi had also wanted to have his uniforms tailored but he had
really put his foot down on that one.) The tailor had done a beautiful job
on the new items. All were beautifully crafted and hand finished. All very
expensive looking and made to give the impression that the wearer was either
a highly successful young businessman or more likely, a man 'kept' by one.
The entire wardrobe must have set Fazzi back almost as much as he had paid
for the BMW. Standing there he could not help but admire the beauty of two
special items. Items. Hanging there were not one but two tuxedoes, one a
formal black 'penguin' tux and the other a white dinner tux. While he had
not wanted either, now as he ran his fingers over the material, he secretly
ached to try on the black one.
In addition to this expensive wardrobe, Fazzi had also paid the tailor a
small fortune to have a tailor's dummy made up. That duplicate of the
soldier's body now stood in the corner of the closet and could be used when
Fazzi wanted to order new outfits for Joseph. The only thing required was to
select the material and style and the tailor would make up whatever he
wanted. When not used for that purpose, the tailor had told them it could be
used to hold jackets while the maid steamed the wrinkles out. When Joseph
had again protested, it was Fazzi this time who put his foot down. Throwing
his arms in the air, begging for the assistance of a higher authority, he
then shook his finger in Joseph's face and said, "damn it habibi you better
face certain facts; no matter what you say or want, I am going to surprise
you from time to time with gifts. It is my nature! I love to give gifts to
those I love. It is the nature of my people to express love in this manor.
This is an old Arab tradition and if I must say so myself, perhaps one of
the best. So why not make it a little easier on the both of us! I don't have
a lot of time to waste shopping nor do I have the time to stand in line
exchanging something that is the wrong fit or size. But most of all, as you
should have learned by now, it is just not my style to buy 'off the racks'.
That is for peons. Then again how can a gift be a surprise if you have to go
for fittings? And this will simplify it for you too. I don't want you to
have to spend all that time on fittings, standing on a raised platform
having a stranger running his hands over that sexy body, touching you where
he should not touch you and sticking pins into you. Time is money and we can
use it much more effectively ---- besides if someone is going to stick
something into you-it is going to be me and I won't use pins. Look at it as
a money saving thing. We are lovers as well business partners. We will be
going to a lot of business and social activities and we will need more
clothes. The tailor made a mannequin of me and I am ordering one of you.
Just trust me on this--this is the way of the 'rich class'. And you, my
ex-farmer, are going to be rich, very rich. So get used to it. You are no
longer a 'Fellah'. And I don't want to hear or see you acting like a peon
ever again."
Opening one of the dresser draws, Joseph ran his fingertips over the new
silk dressing gown and pajamas the Arab had purchased for him. He had never
felt pure silk before. It was so light and smooth and it had this seductive
sexy feeling. No wonder women loved its texture against their bodies. He
almost 'creamed' at the thought of it next to his skin. And then he smiled,
as in his minds eye he pictured Rich in a similar set of pajamas. He made a
mental note to remind himself that as soon as he could he was going to buy
Rich a set of these. Damn there I go again. I can't put these on now. With
that material rubbing against my privates the Washington monument would take
second place to the 'Benson' monument. While he was not concerned that Fazzi
would see him so aroused, he did have misgivings about that nice maid seeing
him exposed. These and other thoughts were suddenly and rudely interrupted
by the voice of Fazzi coming through the intercom. He was telling him dinner
would be ready in a half hour and to please get ready and come down on
time-as he feared that cold lamb kabobs might loose their potency. Joseph,
smiling told him he would be ready and that Fazzi should wait for him in the
dinning room.
A playful mood descended on Joseph and instead of the silk nightclothes he
removed the formal black Tux from the closet and quickly got all dressed up.
Needless to say, the outfit fit like a glove. In fact it even came with a
pair of gloves, a top hat and a shiny black cane with a silver handgrip and
tip. What the hell, why not go all the way? Completely outfitted along with
new black shoes and silk socks, he gave himself a final inspection in the
full-length three-sided mirror that enabled him to view his entire body. He
smiled and couldn't help saying to himself, God it does look great, I could
get used to this kind of thing. Then placing the cane over his shoulder and
using it to tilt the top hat at a rakish angle, he left the room whistling
and walking with that Fred Astaire swagger he had admired when he watched
those old films. He descended the stairs (he almost felt like tap-dancing
down them) and made his way to the dinning room. He stopped in the doorway
and leaning against the doorjamb, he struck a pose that would have done the
old time dancer-actor proud. Then he cleared his throat and awaited Fazzi's
reactions.
The Arab looked up and let out a gasp as his mouth fell to the floor. He
said nothing. He was speechless. His hands started to tremble almost
over-filling the wineglass he had been filling.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH! " crooned Joseph. "I'm sorry but I thought we were dressing
for dinner!" Then after placing his top hat and cane on the sideboard and
slowly removing his gloves and adding them to the pile, he proceeded to the
table with all the grace he could muster and took his seat. At that precise
moment the maid entered the room carrying the tray loaded with Lamb kabobs
and steaming rice. She took one look and almost dropped the tray.
"Ya Rob, My god, so handsome, a movie star!" she exclaimed trying to recover
her poise and some how, at the same time, managing to place the tray on the
table. "See sir? Just like I said. A young prince-a Hollywood star. He makes
me wish I was Cinderella."
"That will be enough out of you young lady. Remember, he is already spoken
for. He is engaged to my daughter and the property of the Muhammad family. I
will finish the serving. You can take the evening off now and go home to
your mother. Make sure you give my regards to her and have a nice evening.
Good night Summaya." Fazzi said.
"Yes Summaya," Joseph added, "Good night and thanks for unpacking and
arranging my closet."
Still a bit shaken but recovering his senses and his humor Fazzi said,
"Yussef, next time, please give us some hint. I almost spilled our wine and
she almost dropped our dinner on the floor. You must forgive Summaya, she is
the daughter of an old friend of mine that served with me and died in The
Lebanon. I more or less adopted her and her mother and at times she forgets
herself and takes too many liberties."
"She is sweet and a very good worker. We should treasure her, as good help
is almost impossible to find these days. I like her very much. She does what
I ask her to do and if I say not to do something she, unlike some people I
know, listens to me. Next time perhaps you will listen to me when I say not
to do something. If you had not got me the Tuxedoes, as I requested in the
first place, I would not have been tempted to do this. It is all your
fault." He jested arranging himself at the table. "Spending your money on
such foolishness."
"Foolishness, maybe, but it was worth every cent." Fazzi said as he poured
out two glasses of wine and then raised his glass to Yussef and offered a
toast, "to us and all our happy times to come." To which the soldier added,
"and to your boundless generosity which, though I may fight like hell
against it-in my heart -I love both it and the giver." They clicked glasses
and sipped the wine. Fazzi then proceeded to serve out the food, placing it
before them. The rising steam along with the perfumed smell of the ever so
slightly charred lamb teased, titillated and tantalized their appetites as
they started to eat.
"So how was your day? Anything important happen so far?" Joseph asked as he
tore into the food.
"You know Yussef for all the years that Mary and I were living together, she
rarely, if ever asked me that question. I like that you do. It shows you are
interested in me and not just in our sexual escapades. I am going to have to
get used to this. It is a new experience for me. Now let's see, oh yes, do
remember those two Syrians diplomats who you met here a while back?"
"You mean Allie Balbak and Hussain See. I seem to have forgotten his
name..?"
"Hassan, Hassan Segour." Fazzi corrected him. "You do have a good memory,
habibi. Well they were here today again."
"What did they want?" Joseph asked fearing what Allie might have reported to
Fazzi and trying to cover his nervousness.
"I'm afraid that they were here to deliver some bad news to me. I am going
to have to return to Syria in about two months on a family business visit. I
may be gone for about a week. Those two men were here today to inform me
that my brother passed away this past week and the family has asked me to
come home and to go over his papers..."
"His papers! Aren't you going to the burial? I should think you would want
to attend."
"No! That will not be possible as he is already buried. I will of course pay
my respects at his grave when I'm there. I could have a memorial service for
him here in Paterson, but that too, just does not seem to be the right thing
to do. I hate to tell you this but you see we never did get along too well
and.. My brother has always been jealous of me, as is the rest of the
family. Anyway a special service would just be sort of hypocritical."
"Jealous? I would think that they should be proud of you. Why would they be
jealous?" asked Joseph.
"Because I was the one that 'got out'. Think about it for a moment or two.
Coming from a rural family yourself, I am sure that you can appreciate how
the rest of my family felt about my escaping that life. To them I was just
the lazy boy who would not accept his family's place in life and ran away
leaving them to struggle. In the beginning I sent them money when I had it.
Who knows what they did with it. My family still lives in a very remote
rural section of the country. There are few if any telephones and a good
road is unheard of. They seldom even go to the nearest big town, let alone
the capital. I think I was the first in the family to even see a train, let
alone ride on one. They still think radios are a tool of the devil. Anyway
it has been decided that because I was so tied up here with the fund; that
the earliest we could get together was in two months. By that time the fund
should be well on its way and the money should have begun to flow. The two
months will also give my family time to gather up his papers as well as time
to recover somewhat from their loss. Then we can all sit down and be better
able to make the decisions required with calmer heads."
"I'm so sorry to hear of your loss. Is there anything, anything at all that
I can do? Perhaps you would you like me to go with you?" Joseph asked
knowing that this would put him in more solid with Fazzi. "Having someone
close to you at this time is important. Perhaps there is something I can do
there to help; after all I am going to be a part of your family, one way or
the other."
"What about your job, the school and the army? Would you get in trouble if
you were to drop everything and come with me?" Fazzi questioned hoping that
he could find a diplomatic way out of having to take Yussef with him at this
time. Maybe he could take him another time, one when he would not be so
involved with the Jihad.
"Well I do have a little leave time coming, however for this, since it
involves leaving the United States, I would have to make a special request
for additional leave and I do not know if they will grant it as this is not
for the death of a blood relative." Joseph said, trying to leave himself a
way out at least until he could talk to Agent Barns. "I could ask and see
what happens. They might just make an exception."
"Do you really think that they will? I do not, not to Syria. Not at this
time. An American serviceman-it would be the end of your military career."
"I'm not so sure of that but if they refused and you still wanted me to go,
then that might be a problem. If you felt that you really needed me well
there are other ways.."
"You mean you would.. No, Habibi, I could not ask you to do that. While I
would love you to come to Syria with me, at this time I do have something
more important for you to do right here. It is doing what I have been
wanting to train you to do."
"You want to train me???"
"Well 'train' might not be the right word. Groom, yes groom would be better.
I have been trying to groom you to be my second in command, to take over for
me if I should have to go out of the picture for a while. That is why I had
you appointed as my representative and contact man between the fund and
Worthington Investments. That is also why I want to officially adopt you.
Like I was saying before, in two months the money should begin to roll in
and I will need you here to see that everything is going well." Fazzi
explained. "Please agree to do this for me habibi."
"If you think I will help you more by staying at home, so be it."
"Great! I'm glad you agree to do this for me and have not insisted on
accompanying me this time. If you had I might have been tempted to take you
with me against my best interests and judgment. For now, I do not need you
running up and down some mountains in the back woods of Syria where some hot
blooded horny Bedouin might spot you, develop a craving for your blond body
and decide to kidnap you for his tent slave." Fazzi jested as Joseph
laughed. "That's really not so far fetched as it seems. Like I told you
there are still lawless areas and plenty of brigands in my country. I should
know because I was one and there are still people back there that think I
still am one."
They ate the rest of their dinner mostly in silence and Joseph was somehow
able to keep from soiling the tux. After dinner they cleared the table and
Joseph said he was afraid to press his luck any further, that he might soil
the tux and was going up to change into something more comfortable. Fazzi
asked if he wanted coffee in the library. "Why not bring it upstairs and we
can have it in the master bedroom together?"
"Great idea! You go on up and I'll join you. Get yourself comfortable. Put
on the new pajamas I purchased for you. And look in the pocket. You will
find a condom. I put it there to remind you what the Kabobs were for. Not
that you would forget." He smiled. "I won't be too long. I just want to
check out the house, lock up and bring up the portable coffee pot. It is
going to be just the two of us alone tonight, and I don't want anyone to
disturb us."
"The day that I need a condom to remind me to make love to you will be the
day I will need more than kabobs." Joseph laughed and went up to his room
where he changed into the silk P.Js and laid down on his bed with the pajama
top still unbuttoned, waiting for Fazzi to come in. Soon the odor of brewing
coffee filled the air and then he heard Fazzi in their adjoining bathroom.
Getting out of bed, he walked to the door, the silk ends of the pajama top
flapping in the breeze. He opened the door and the Arab was standing by the
sink dressed in a duplicate pair of P.Js finishing the brushing of his
teeth. Joseph entered and placed his arms around him and kissed his ear
lobe.
"I really don't know how to act now that I know of the death of your brother
but, damn it, you smell and taste so good." He whispered into his ear.
The Arab half turned his face and said, "Yussef please do not let my
brother's death bother you. We have not been close for years and years."
Then to prove it, he continued in jest "What you smell must be that new
men's cologne 'Essence of Lamb Kabob Number 1'. I had a chemist conjure it
up just for you. Does it do anything for you?"
"GRRrrrrr! That odor and these pajamas, they are both real sexy turn-ons."
growled the solider as he sank his mouth into the back of Fazzi's neck and
moved on to his broad shoulders sucking on the delectable meat and leaving
red love marks along the way. "I see you got yourself a matching pair of
these pajamas and I like that. These P.Js are so nice and soft that I don't
feel like I have anything on." His hard cock grinding into the silk covered
ass cheeks of the gasping man.
Fazzi dropped the toothbrush into the holder and moaning, he leaned back
into Joseph's embrace. His back pressing into Joseph's exposed chest. He
just sort of melted into the younger man. Looking down, Joseph saw the
tented fly of the Arab burst open and his freed manhood leap out of its silk
cocoon. Reaching down his fingers encircled the erect Arab cock. Catching
some of silk material with his fingers he began rubbing his silk covered
fingers lightly back and forth slowly over the Arab's hard dark cock.
"Yussef, Yusssef," Fazzi moaned over and over. "Ana Bahabek Kteer, habibi,
Ana mabsoot, Ana mabsoot, I love you very much and I am so happy," he kept
repeating over and over in Arabic. I am your slave, your prisoner. A
prisoner of our love. And then he spun around and grabbed his tormentor,
pulling the hard tight blond body even closer to himself; he placed his lips
on Joseph's and kissed him deeply. Coming up for air he whispered, "I only
hope you love me half as much as I love you."
"How much more must I do to convince you of my feelings for you? Is there
anything I can do or say to once and for all prove it to you?"
"Yussef, darling, I'm sorry, don't be cross with me, but I just can not get
it through my thick head that a young man like you could really love a old
hag like me."
"Fazzi I give up! I hate when you demean yourself like this. Look! Look into
that mirror! What do you see? I don't know what you see, but I see two
lovers. Not an old man and a young man. Not a Muslim and a Christian! Just
two lovers! If I wanted or needed 'young', I could be with someone like Dina
tonight and every night. Or I could even call your daughter and be with her.
But, I'm not there! See! I'm with you! I don't even want to be there, I
chose to be with you, I HAVE TO BE WITH YOU. And why do I have to be here?
It is not because of your money. You know that I never wanted or asked you
for anything. You want it all back? Take the car, the apartment over the
garage, the clothes. Take everything, take all the shit, except don't take
yourself. That's all I want! If you do not believe that, then I had better
leave right now. I'm tired of having to prove my feelings for you. Good-bye.
I'll gather up my uniforms, pack up and I'll hitch a ride back to the base."
"NO! Stay!" he screamed holding onto Joseph's pajama top and pulling it off
his shoulders as the soldier turned to leave. "I need you and I will not
permit you to leave me. Not now-not ever." He said as he let the top fall to
the floor. He grabbed onto the strong body and pleaded with him to stay.
"Don't worry, there is little chance of my leaving you. I would not leave
even if you threw me out." He smirked as he again embraced Fazzi and kissed
him. His lips kissing and moving along Fazzi's jaw line up to the ear where
he sucked and nibbled on the lobe. Fazzi threw his head backwards, allowing
Joseph additional room to bury his hot mouth into the hollow of his throat.
There he kissed and sucked on that vulnerable area while his fingers deftly
undid the buttons of the silk pajama top letting it fall off Fazzi's
shoulders and float down to join his own top on the bathroom floor. Joseph's
lips continued to kiss while his tongue was leaving a new trail of wetness
down the front of Arab's hair covered chest arriving at the hard erect
nipples. His hot tongue tip could feel the minute arousal bumps in the Arabs
areoles, that dark brown circle of hypersensitive skin surrounding his
nipples. Running his tongue around and around the nipple, he gently sucked
the nipple in and ran his tongue tip over it. Moaning passionately Fazzi
grabbed the back of Joseph's head and pressed his face into his chest harder
and harder.
"You lips are so hot I want to keep them there forever." Moaned Fazzi.
He was not able to keep them there for long. When Joseph was able to free
his head at last he moved it down, over the olive skin down to the belly
button. Getting down on both knees and kneeling on the soft white rug he set
to work kissing, sucking and working his tongue into the navel while his
fingers reached into the silk waistband and gently lowering the pants until
they too floated to the floor exposing the nude body with it's hard 6" piece
of cut dick erect and sticking straight out from between two big low hanging
balls. Fazzi could not believe it; Joseph, his Yussef, his knight, his
master, was on his knees in front of him. Was Yussef changing roles with
him? Here to fore Fazzi had always been the beggar. Now here was his master
on his knees with his mouth licking the inside of his legs, his tongue
probing around his balls; his lips touching his balls and...and.Allah Akbar
OHHHHH god, his lips were opening and covering the Arab's now stone like
dick. He was holding the cut dick steady with one hand and probing the ass
with the fingers of the other as he drove the tip of his tongue in and out
of the cock head lips transporting the Syrian into paradise. Not taking the
cock into his mouth he moved his lips back and forth, his teeth scraping the
dick head and moving along the underside of the shaft, driving the Arab
wild.
"Your teeth Yussseffffff your teeth are,,,,,, OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
shitttttttttttttttttttt yah Robbbb... Stop Yussefffffffff I can't take it
anymore PLEASE PLEASE fuck me!"
"No, not before you stop this old man shit. Promise me you will never ever
demean yourself again like that in front of me."
"Anything, anything you want, but fuck me. I don't give a load of camel
dung; I'm18 years old again when I'm with you.Fuck meeee ..and Joseph pulled
him down on the floor with him. The two of them rolled around on the floor.
Joseph produced the condom from the pocket of his pajama top and covered his
big cock. Fazzi got to his knees straddling Joseph's hard cock and lowered
himself onto the soldier's hard man meat. Joseph allowed him to ride his
rampant cock as he reached for and held the Arab's cut dick. Then Fazzi rode
his dick with an abandonment that he had never shown before. Moaning,
screaming and cursing in Arabic, words that Joseph had never heard before.
Fazzi riding, like he was riding English style. Joseph laid there, his cock
like the horn on a western saddle, only buried deep in the Arab's man-cunt.
The two of them fucking like mad. First Fazzi was on top then Joseph.
Pumping, grinding and drilling into each other. First missionary style, then
the Doggie style then a few styles that neither of them had ever seen or
heard of and then back again to the missionary. BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOm, they
exploded---Joseph into Fazzzzzi's mancunt and Fazzi over Joseph's chest.
They both soon collapsed exhausted onto each other on the bathroom floor..
After a while laying there spent and exhausted, Fazzi nudged Joseph and woke
him. "My love regardless of what you may say my old bones are not used to
sleeping on the hard floor, even if there is a nice soft rug here. It is not
the magic carpet of the Arabian Nights Tales. What do you say we get into
bed and I'll serve you that coffee now?"
Joseph got up and helped Fazzi up. "You go and get the coffee ready. I'll
clean up here and the join you in bed. We can have coffee there and then I
have to get some sleep as I teach an early class in the morning. By the way
I have cleared one day next week for you to come and give a lecture on the
Syrian view of the 1948 war with the Zionists. You had said you wanted to
correct some of the faulty history that has been presented."
"You mean that they are going to let me present the Arab side!" Fazzi said
not believing it to be true.
"Yes I will see to it that they do. But you must be ready to defend your
point of view. And I must warn you that there are many in the class that are
well versed in the information and will be looking to ripe apart your view
of history and try to prove you wrong. So you better have facts and figures
ready."
"I will be ready, just make sure they are not carrying loaded weapons."
Fazzi said half in jest as he went into the bedroom to make the coffee.
"Don't worry I will be there to protect you from getting too beat up. You do
not have to do this you know. I know it's asking a lot of you."
"Just to even the odds a bit, would you mind if I asked the Syrian embassy
for a helper to accompany me for protection?"
"You will not need protection from us as long as you conduct yourself as the
gentleman I know you are. However, you can ask Allie if you want. Hassan
seams to be a bit of a hot head and might cause a fist fight, which might be
entertaining but would add nothing to Syrian/American relations." Joseph
smiled.
"Allie, if he is available, was the one I was thinking of. You are right
about Hassan. I don't know why they continue to send people like him on
embassy duty." Fazzi said as he poured out the coffee.
They had their coffee and talked a bit more about what and how he would
teach the class. Then when both of them had finished the coffee they fell
asleep in Fazzi's bed. The next morning Fazzi woke up to find that Joseph
had already washed, dressed and left for his base. He found a note that his
lover left for him telling him that since he was sleeping so peacefully, he
just could not wake him up to say good bye and that he would call later.
After leaving the estate Joseph called Barns and reported that he had
important news for him.
"Don't tell it to me now. I'm going to your base today. I have some
information for you also." Bill told him.
"Good I have an early class to teach. I can meet you after that in the PX at
about 1030 hours. I don't have to be back till 1400. Will that be enough
time? Is that OK with you?"
"Sounds good to me, see you then." Barns said and hung up.
At 1032 hours Joseph walked into the PX and found Bill waiting for him. "I
was just about to order some coffee, let me treat you to a container. We can
take it with us in the car." Bill said, and the two of them took their
containers and got into Bill's car. Bill drove the car to a deserted area of
the base. When he found a spot that appealed to him, he pulled over and
said, "Let's walk!"
Taking the containers and walking about 30 feet from the car, Bill stopped
looked all around and seeing they were alone said, "OK who's going to go
first."
"You do Bill. You look like the cat that swallowed the canary and as I
already know what I have, I'm curious to hear your information."
"Ok Joseph. Grab your socks this is going to floor you. Our friend and your
benefactor, Col. Fazzi Muhammad has been promoted and as of a few days ago
was appointed the head of all intelligence operations for Europe, Africa and
the western hemisphere. In other words he is the headman now. All covert
actions are under his direction. There won't be an agent anywhere in the
world that will be able to operate or function without his knowing about
it."
"How and who the hell told you that? Are you positive?" Joseph said nearly
spilling his coffee over himself.
"I can't tell you who and for your own safety it is best that you don't
know. But it is true I saw a copy of the orders appointing him. They were
issued only Saturday. They are genuine and there is no doubt about it."
Barns said. "We have this from some of our most trusted counter spies and
undercover agents in the field as well as another reliable source. You
friend Fazzi is now the most dangerous man in the world. We want you to know
this and I have been ordered to offer you a chance to get out of there. As a
'civilian' I can no longer order you to stay, as I can no longer guarantee
your safety. If you were a regular FBI agent I would, but you don't have the
training or the obligation to stay. I can see to it that you are safely
removed and that you are given a completely new life."
"Thanks Bill, but I'm not a civilian. This is army as well as FBI..and if it
pleases you or not I would like to stay. I'm staying and that settles it.
Anything else?"
"No, except that you must promise me that the next time I order you out--
you will obey me without question."
"Agreed! Now my information and now that I know what you just told me-it all
fits together. This past weekend Fazzi was in Deerborn overnight on some
business. When he came back he had a meeting with two Syrian diplomats. One
of them was the one that removed the bug from my car. They left before I
arrived. Last night at dinner Fazzi told me that he is returning to Syria in
two months.." And Joseph filled him in on everything that Fazzi told him.
"Yes it all fits. By the way Fazzi has no brother. Never had. He was born
and raised in Damascus not a small backwoods village. Something big is about
to go down and it will happen in about 2 months."
"Just as a feeler, I asked Fazzi if he wanted me to go with him to visit
Syria. He said no, not at this time. Perhaps in the future, but for now he
wanted me to take over the operation of the fund. I think I could get him to
take me along if I press him. What do you think?"
"It's a hard call. There are several options. Let's give you a lesson in
agent tactics. First we consider the possibilities. Number one: Insist on
going and he just might dump you. That would leave us without you in the
picture. Something we don't want just yet. Number two: He might just take
you and make sure that you find out nothing. In which case nothing has been
gained. On the other hand, if you went and found out what was going on, he
could dispose of you very easily over there. There would be no way for us to
protect you." He said rubbing his chin in contemplation. "You see how the
process works, always consider your options. After a few years of doing
this, if you survive, it comes automatic. The answer to the question?--No,
you stay here. It's too risky. This way you do what he wants and are there
tomorrow to gather more information in the future."
Bill, are you thinking of stopping him?"
"By stopping, if you mean killing him, no not yet. We may have to do that in
the future, but for now the answer is no. For now our job is to find out
what the hell is going on. If we stop him, they may just put someone else in
his place and then we will have to start all over again. Maybe the next guy
would be smarter and harder to spy on. No we won't eliminate him just yet.
We would love to be able to keep him alive and gather all the information we
can out of him. That is why we need you there. You are the only one who has
been able to get this close to the headman. It is still hard to believe that
he really trusts you and even wants to adopt you as his son. He may even
entice you into working for them.
"There is no way I would or could do that!"
"Not even if we wanted you too?" Bill asked. "If we ordered you to; you
would follow orders, no questions asked. And Since you will be the one
closest to him when the time comes-do you think you could handle it?"
"You mean kill him?" Joseph said, "I really don't know. Maybe if I felt
killing him was the only way. That's what the army pays me for-isn't it?"
"Yes but that is in war, in battle. This would be in cold blood! Are you
sure you want to continue with this? I may have to ask you to execute him.
Do you think you could handle it? I'm not going to ask you again."
"I said I'll stay and don't worry about me. I'll do my duty."
I can't tell you how much we appreciate your staying on. When I filled in my
boss, he checked with the big boss and they both insisted that I offer you
the opportunity to get out. The president agreed and said that he wanted you
to know how much he appreciated what you are doing. He again said, even if
you pulled out now, he still wants to meet you. He said he wants you to be
careful. He said it was my head if anything were to happen to you before he
had the chance to shake your hand himself. I also want to thank you and tell
you that we could never have got this far without you."
"You can stop the sales pitch.. I already re-enlisted." Joseph said. "Can
you just give me some idea how you found out about Fazzi's new job?"
"Aside from information from our own agents, we were shown the evidence by
the Mossad. How they came up with it and the coded cablegram I don't know?"
Bill told him. "They have had a direct interest in Fazzi since his days in
Lebanon. When he moved to the United States, they informed us and showed us
the file they had amassed on him and told us they were going to continue
tracking him and that they would keep us up to date and informed. They also
promised not to kill him on American soil. So far they have kept their word.
Once he leaves the U.S., well that's another story. If you were to go with
him they might kill the both of you seeing as they don't know you are one of
the good guys. If they had to kill you in the process of getting him, well
that's collateral damage. While they are very good at what they do, they
always put the mission above all else. They have to, there's too much at
stake for them. With us this whole thing sometimes gets to be a little game.
For them, the game is deadly and failure could mean the death of family,
friends and their country."
"Do they know I'm working for you?"
"No they do not know our undercover agents and we don't know theirs. The
fewer people who know the agents the better off we all are. We just have an
agreement to try to check with each other before either of us takes any
action in situations like these. So far this mutual assistance has worked
and I'm told that they plan to keep their part of the agreement as we intend
to keep ours. But you and I both know that things could change overnight."
- To Be Continued... -
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