The Arab Fall by Kennedy J. Robert

Author:Kennedy, J. Robert [Kennedy, J. Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, Mystery
Goodreads: 18928400
Publisher: Amazon Digital Services
Published: 2013-07-28T07:00:00+00:00

Nubian Desert, Egypt, Thirty-three miles from University College London Dig Site

Abdel lifted his head, spitting out the sand he had nearly eaten when the gunshots had begun. It was silent now, and he could hear several vehicles’ engines roaring as they pulled away. He dropped his head back to the ground, this time on its side, and waited for silence.

That was when he noticed the damp feeling in his pants.

He cursed, then begged Allah’s forgiveness, pushing himself to his knees, the danger momentarily forgotten. He looked down at his open fly and dangling member, urine staining his pants, he having dropped to the ground in midstream, his act of relieving himself interrupted by the shots.

Frowning, he again asked for Allah’s forgiveness as he touched himself, caging his disgrace, and zipping up his fly. Turning to face the sun, he forced his hips out to try and dry his pants, when he heard a moan, and the reality of the situation returned.

Spinning around, he saw the carnage on the other side of the rise. The roadblock had been decimated, three army vehicles destroyed, the gate open and smoldering, bodies littering the ground. He rushed toward the scene, eying his own car the entire way, hoping, praying—but it wasn’t to be.

He circled the car, its hood open, its windows down, to find not a scratch on it. He kicked the piece of junk he had been hired to transport. It had broken down twice on him already, this the third time, and he knew this beautiful piece of garbage would be the death of him if he had to continue.

And he wasn’t willing to die for some piece of junk.

He looked around and saw a weapon lying beside one of the soldier’s bodies. He picked it up, aimed it at the car, then unloaded the entire clip into the engine compartment, laughing in glee as he did so, praising Allah for bringing some goodness from the tragedy that had befallen the checkpoint.

The weapon spent, he tossed it to the ground, then stared at his handiwork with a smile.

I hate Jaguars.

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