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looked after. Our intel guys may want to talk to him.”
    The man nodded absently as he listened to a message from the cockpit. “If you’re coming with us, the skipper says we’re running low on time. I’d get aboard if I were you.”
    They climbed into the cramped fuselage and watched as the rest of Bravo boarded the two helos. The twin General electric T700 turbines were already spooling up, and the aircraft wobbled slightly as it rose slowly into the air. The racket inside the cabin of the roaring turboshaft engines woke Masih, and his eyes flicked open.
    “Where am I?”
    “It’s okay. You’re in a helo returning to Afghanistan, and we’ll take you to a hospital to get you fixed up.”
    The man nodded weakly and closed his eyes again. Lucas Grant stood nearby, and he nodded across to Lieutenant Boswell.
    “The last time I came out of Pakistan we were heading outta Abbottabad. Now that was one hell of a mission. That time it was the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment who brought us out. Those Black Hawks were quiet, too, not like these noise buckets. Real stealth jobs.”
    Masih’s eyes flicked open again. He turned his head to look at Lucas.
    “You were there? At Abbottabad?”
    Grant grimaced at the wounded Pakistani, annoyed that he’d spoken out loud something that was supposed to be classified. “It ain’t any of your business, Mister.”
    But the wounded man persisted. “Why did you not kill bin Laden?”
    Lucas sighed in irritation. “Fella, Osama is history. Right now, he’s feeding the fish in the Indian Ocean if you hadn’t heard. Believe me, I know.”
    Masih gave a low grunt of pain as he shifted position to look at the Seal. “Yes, I know about Osama. We all heard about it, but my question was why did you not kill the other bin Laden? I meant Riyad bin Laden, of course.”
    “Who the fuck is he?” Boswell snapped. He’d been watching the wounded civilian carefully. “We’ve never heard of him.”
    Masih sighed. “That’s a pity. The man you killed, Osama bin Laden, was sick. For the past two years he’d been preparing for his place to be taken by his half-brother, Riyad. He was already running many of the al Qaeda operations.”
    “That’s a load of bullshit, Mister,” Lucas snapped. “We got the right guy, no question.”
    Danial shrugged painfully. “As you wish. It makes little difference to me. After the raid, they singled me out as one of the few Christians in the city and accused me of sympathizing with the Americans. They said I was a spy and that I’d betrayed the Sheikh to the infidels. I had to leave the city, or they would have attacked and probably killed me. Fortunately, they did not threaten my son, so he is safe for the time being. He is still in Abbottabad. I think they did not realize who he was. But as a Christian, he is always fearful of attack if the Muslims decide they wish to harass him at any time. I had hoped to find work in Parachinar so he could travel north to join me, if I could persuade him to give up his job.” He shrugged, and his face twisted in agony as the movement reminded him of his wound. “After today, I doubt it will happen.”
    The effort of speaking had been too much for him, and he lapsed into unconsciousness again. Boswell gave the man a derisive sneer.
    “I guess he’s aiming to cash in on more of that reward money Washington was offering.”
    He looked at Grant for consensus, but the former Seal Team Six member looked worried. He stepped closer to Nolan so he could speak above the noise of the engines.
    “What do you think, Chief? I was on that operation, and we went through hell to terminate that bastard. I’d hate to think it was all for nothing.”
    “I don’t know, Lucas. Osama was the pin up boy for terrorists all around the world, and no matter what state he was in when you took him out, it was a huge boost for all of us when he went down. The bastard deserved it, too, several thousand times over. I won’t