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From: Hobbeth Sent: 2/6/2006 8:03 PM

Thursday, July 5, 11 AM; Somewhere in Egypt, south of Baris (9 PM on Tracy Island)

A caravan consisting of five trucks was heading south-southwest into the desert. Riding in the lead truck were Sheik Farees al-Rahman and his eldest son, Mehdi, along with his most trusted bodyguards. The second truck had more guards, as well as his two advisors. The third truck carried supplies for everyone.

In the last two trucks were the four wives of the sheik - along with seven children too young to be separated from their mothers - and three concubines, one of whom two months pregnant. The news had raised her status, and she was included in the group.

News had come to the sheik that a small oasis, with a pure source of water, had been discovered on the edge of his territory. He was on his way with his entourage to investigate it and -- should the information prove accurate -- establish an encampment there, thus solidifying his claim to it.

He sat in the front seat, next to the driver, thinking about what he'd do should he find what he believed he would. It engrossed him for some time, but he finally noticed the driver looking in his side view mirror frequently. "What is it? What do you see?"

"Sir, I thought at first that we were being followed at a distance, but it has grown. I think there is a sandstorm coming -- a big one."

Farees looked in the mirror on his side and saw a wide wall of brown heading toward them. "Speed up! I will notify the other trucks by radio. There is a ruin a few kilometers from here. We can take shelter there."

As the driver accelerated, the sheik grabbed the microphone and barked orders into it. Soon all five trucks were traveling as fast as they could down the road. It seemed that they would reach the ruin well ahead of the storm, but things change quickly in the desert and this day would be no different.

The trucks with the family members weren't as new as the others, and fell behind. Then, as the leading edge of the storm neared, the first truck's right front tire blew, and it began to swerve. The driver struggled with it, but it skidded. Then the truck behind it clipped it on the left rear fender, and it went off the road, overturning as it did. The second truck began swerving and it, too, went off the road, hitting the first one again. It tilted, and rested on the first truck at an angle.

There were screams and cries for help then all was silent, except for the wind and the sand.

The first three trucks made it to the ruin only moments ahead of the storm. Both the driver and the sheik sighed in relief, the latter checking to make sure his son was all right then giving thanks to Allah for their safety. Then as they looked around, they realized that the last two trucks weren't with them.

The sheik got on the radio to the driver of the supply truck. "Where are the other trucks? Why aren't they here?"

"They fell behind. I don't know what happened."

Farees switched frequencies. "Amin! Where are you?" There was silence from the radio. "Amin! Sadek! Report!"

"Aiee!" said his driver. "The sandstorm has gotten them! They are dead!"

"No! That is unacceptable! I will not believe that! I will not lose my beloved Fahime! And Boushra, who is to have a child for the first time. NO!"

"What can we do? Even the local rescue services would not go out in this storm. And none of them are nearby. It would be hours before anyone could search for them, and by that time. . ."

"Enough! I don't want to hear any of your dark thoughts. Be silent while I think." Both sat silently until finally the sheik said, "I have heard that this International Rescue organization has females working for it. They can find the trucks and restore my women to me. I will call them."

Once again he switched frequencies and picked up the microphone. "Calling International Rescue! This is Sheik Farees al-Rahman calling. Come in, International Rescue!"

98% pure evil...and loving every minute of it.
Luke Morel Rommel in Vest

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