Mosby follows his finger across the plain to a low-lying building with a single light on.
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The building to the right is where it will happen.EndFragment     EndFragment
Mosby unbuckles his thermal goggles and peers through them.
  Mosby follows his finger across the plain to a low-lying building with a single light on.EndFragment
IDENTIFY TARGETS
There.
Mosby flicks a button on top of the goggles, shooting an invisible laser onto the building. EndFragment EndFragment
Over Watch can you confirm spotted target? EndFragment
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Abdulla Al Furrat, or at least that was the name he was told to call him, was a less muscled man than mosby, but nevertheless nimble - a body carved by war
I count only two, where are the others?  EndFragment
You know the terms of payment?EndFragment
How many?EndFragment
Abdulla nods,
Mosby shakes his head, 
I don't know.EndFragment     EndFragment
This was not part of the agreement. EndFragment
They will be here tomorrow, this I swear to you.EndFragment     EndFragment
I don’t know. 80 maybe more. Men. Women. Children.
Ten seconds later Abdulla is dead and Mosby searches his pockets.EndFragment
Your Drone... 
It will not confirm it. The guards will take them by tunnel.
In a single motion Mosby strikes his throat; a quick simple jab of his K-knife severing the Larynx. EndFragment
Methodically digging through random bullets and cigarettes before moving to his boots, untying them; slipping them over his shoulder -EndFragment
I have to get back.EndFragment    
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Believe whatever you want to believe. 
We tried to take Kobaine but your American bombs fell like rain that never ends. In the name of Allah we tried but only twelve of us lived. Praise to Allah… EndFragment
Don’t worry about that, where will you go? EndFragment
Mosby nods. EndFragment
Abdulla looks back at him. EndFragment
I can’t take that smell anymore.  EndFragment
He shakes his head. EndFragment
Go, and you will get nothing.EndFragment     EndFragment
Did you heare me?
And now you will. EndFragment
But I am telling you the slaughter is planned for tomorrow outside that building.
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And this is the only way?
Abdulla gurgles helplessly before falling to his knees.EndFragment     EndFragment
Wha-
Answer my question. EndFragment
Mosby shifts in his boots and nods. EndFragment
I need to know your reasons. EndFragment
Now came the hard part, figuring out why Abdulla Al Furrat was doing what he was doing: betraying the Caliphate. Mosby had been trained for this: eye movement, shifting weight, modified breathing, all tells. But this man was complex.  EndFragment
What smell? EndFragment
Abdulla stares into the Syrian Night. EndFragment
Abdulla starts slowly. EndFragment
Mosby presses his boot down on his chest, EndFragment
 with concentrated adrenalin as he crawled up the sandy hill alongside
You don’t know what I have seen.EndFragment    
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1.2 Million dollars. I will build my own paradise.  
Do not fight it brother. EndFragment
Before it was different, there was a purpose but now...
WAIT!
Abdulla suddenly speaks. EndFragment
So tell me. EndFragment
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Now there is no end.
You’ve been on Jihad for 15 years. Yemen. Iraq.  A NATO airstrike killed your wife in Pakistan… You wouldn’t just take the unbeliever’s money. I need to know why.  EndFragment
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The fighter jet loops back around the target, waking up children from their dreams.
That’s our payload, heading home.EndFragment     EndFragment
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But there’s nothing outside... Strange. Still something is telling him he needs to move. EndFragmentEndFragment
Now he must go to Raqqa. Report what is happening in the ranks. More is needed. More indoctrination, more guns, discipline, women, more fear … but first he would make love to his wife, tell his daughters goodbye, that he’d be gone for a while but to remember to pray.  EndFragmentEndFragment
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He must go to Raqqa. Report what is happening in the ranks. More is needed. More indoctrination, more guns, discipline, women, more fear … but first he would make love to his wife, tell his daughters goodbye, that he’d be gone for a while but to remember to pray. EndFragmentEndFragment
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Target Aquired EndFragment
The drone will observe for 36 hours. If confirmed, your payment will be wired to the account previously agreed to.  EndFragment
Then the two men slide back down the hill.EndFragment
Abdulla squints up, imagining the Reaper drone 19,000 ft. above swivel its camera and zoom in on the building
with
Copy that. EndFragment
A few seconds later a voice two oceans away crackles through Mosby’s headset. 
Mosby clicks off the laser and looks at Abdulla. 
Abdulla squints up, imagining the Reaper drone 19,000 ft. above swivel its camera and zoom in on the building
His father tried to make their lives matter there. EndFragment EndFragment
Mosby grips the man’s shoulder. EndFragment
He could change things.EndFragmentEndFragment
They had believed in the falsehood of the American Dream, had crossed the desert of Algeria into Morocco and then by boat into France where they changed their name and remained.EndFragment     EndFragment
When Mosby reaches the building the guard greets him. EndFragment
The gaurd nods. EndFragment
PROCLAIM YOURSELF
It had happened to him. EndFragment
The same. Where is Abdulla?
I am well. Praise be to god, and you?  EndFragment
He lays beyond the hill. EndFragment
 and the spotlight switches off.
He walks down. EndFragment
Mosby yells. Raising hands,
Just by the other side.  EndFragment
How are you brother?
Take up firing position
No... EndFragment
His father had tried to make their lives mater there. EndFragment
pouring a cup of tea and sits down, tossing off the helmet and peeling off his fake headset.  EndFragment
Go outside
 Abdulla makes the fourth this week but the first of his rank, all now defectors willing to sell their brothers for the money of the West.
People believe what they want to believe  EndFragment
And perhaps, just maybe, with bloody struggle it could change.EndFragmentEndFragment
It is Mohammed Al Mosby EndFragment
Mosby ducks into the low-lying building EndFragment
A spotlight shines on him. A man in Arabic yells, EndFragment
and walking back up the hill.
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Shall I bury him?
Abdulla makes the fourth this week, but the first of his rank, all defectors, all now infidels willing to sell their brothers for the money of the West. EndFragmentEndFragment
He saw the world for what is was - a place of those in power and those suppressed by them.EndFragment     EndFragment
Stay vigilant, it is almost morning. EndFragment
A global system built in the 8th century, which needed to be broken, destroyed.EndFragment     EndFragment
But suddenly, there's a sound...EndFragmentEndFragment
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We need to...leave.  EndFragment
Aisha  EndFragment
Don't have -  EndFragment
Aisha screams EndFragmentEndFragment
much time.  EndFragment
II. Vetting
The fighter jet loops back around.
Mosby!!! EndFragment
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Mosby EndFragment
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He gets up, willing his legs to be strong as he rises, to catch a glimpse of the sunrise and see his wife. Together they'll wake up their daughters for morning prayer. EndFragmentEndFragment
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