The Icarus Agenda (2011)
“Azra looked up at the morning sky, swearing at himself—including the rough-hewn Yosef in his oaths—for taking a wrong turn at the Kabritta Tower and thus wasting precious minutes. The three fugitives had torn off their prison trousers high above the ankles, at mid-calf, and the sleeves away from their shoulders. Without the benefit of sunlight they could pass for laborers brought in from Lebanon or the slums of Abu Dhabi, spending their rials on the only recreation accessible to them: the whores and the whisky available in the el Shari el Mishkwiyis, that landlocked island of the city.
They were in the recessed concrete employees’ entrance of the Waljat Hospital less than two hundred yards away from the gates of the American embassy. A narrow street on the right intersected the broad thoroughfare. Angling around the corner was a line of shops, indistinguishable behind their iron shutters. All business was suspended while the madness lasted. In the distance, inside the gates of the emb...assy, were ragtag squads of lethargic young people walking slowly, the weight of their weapons dragging their arms and shoulders down, doing what they were ordered to do for their jihad, their holy war.MoreLess
They were in the recessed concrete employees’ entrance of the Waljat Hospital less than two hundred yards away from the gates of the American embassy. A narrow street on the right intersected the broad thoroughfare. Angling around the corner was a line of shops, indistinguishable behind their iron shutters. All business was suspended while the madness lasted. In the distance, inside the gates of the emb...assy, were ragtag squads of lethargic young people walking slowly, the weight of their weapons dragging their arms and shoulders down, doing what they were ordered to do for their jihad, their holy war.MoreLess
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