Nathan
GA Member
- Jul 2, 2018
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Iraq Intelligence Services had spent months chasing the shadow of Saddam Hussein. Special operatives had scoured Tikrit with little luck in finding him. However, today they’re luck would change.
Police Officer Zainab was part of the search party for the local police officers. In plain clothes, he was assigned the task of prowling the streets for signs of Saddam Hussein. The weather was scorching, beating hard on the dusty streets of Tikrit, no humidity in the air just pure heat. Zainab pulled into a local corner store to purchase more drinks for his search.
Opening the store, Zainab begun to head to the drinks. Picking up a drink he took it to the till and paid. The shopkeeper took his money, before heading into a backroom. Zainab turned back around to head out as the shop door made the chime of someone else entering its void. Zainab caught a glimpse of the man, he looked familiar. Zainab wasn’t sure, but he looked like an ex officer of Saddam’s paramilitary. As the man passed, they exchanged a polite nod as the man held the door open. Taking hold of the door, Zainab would wait a second before ducking back into the shop unseen. The door made it’s tell-tale chime of someone exiting the building.
Zainab listened in as the man headed to the till. He could hear the back room door close as the shopkeeper returned to the shop.
“Good morning, Brother”, the man exclaimed to the shop keeper “coming in to pick up our regular shop”
The shop keeper looked panicked as he scrambled to put together the shopping list. Zainab continued to hide behind the shopping shelf.
“Please forgive me, I completely forgot to put together you’re order! I do hope the President can forgive me” The shop keeper exclaimed in between hastily packing food into a bag.
“Quiet brother! There are ears everywhere. Continue packing!”
Zainab’s ears perked up at the mention of President. Had he accidentally hit the jackpot? Months of hard work on the streets may have finally paid off. Saddam had run a military operation to keep himself disguised, but a loose lip may have ruined it all. Zainab’s hope was quickly brought back to earth as the sound of a bag being picked up and money being exchanged. Footsteps filled the room as the man headed back out towards the door. Zainab closed in closer to the door, remaining out of sight. Waiting for the chime, he waited ready to make his quick getaway.
The door chimed. Zainab burst forward, catching the door behind the shadow of the man. The light and heat of Tikrit hit him as he exited the building.
Zainab moved to his car as the man moved to his. Both men entered their vehicles at the same time. Zainab’s eyes kept firmly on his prey as the two vehicles moved off. Kicking up the dust from the old streets of the city.
The cars followed each other for an hour and a half. Keeping a good distance, Zainab managed to keep himself undetected. Before long, the car pulled into a guarded farmhouse. Zainab was sure that he could not get any further. Pulling into the side of the street, he grabbed a long-range camera from his car and headed into the bush.
Taking position high up in a tree, he could see the side of the building and it’s roof. Scanning, through the lens he could make out figures on the roof, carrying RPG’s and sniper rifles. Whatever was in the building was a high valued target. He spent 10 minutes taking photos, moving to each side to get a 360 view of the building.
Crunch
A twig cracked behind him as voices grew in volume. Zainab knew his time was up. Swiftly and quietly, he slipped away.
Driving back, Zainab felt like the fate of Iraq depended on these images. He knew Iraq and the UK would be looking for Saddam’s location, ready to launch an assault on him. Upon reaching the police station, he sent the most important email of his life..
Police Officer Zainab was part of the search party for the local police officers. In plain clothes, he was assigned the task of prowling the streets for signs of Saddam Hussein. The weather was scorching, beating hard on the dusty streets of Tikrit, no humidity in the air just pure heat. Zainab pulled into a local corner store to purchase more drinks for his search.
Opening the store, Zainab begun to head to the drinks. Picking up a drink he took it to the till and paid. The shopkeeper took his money, before heading into a backroom. Zainab turned back around to head out as the shop door made the chime of someone else entering its void. Zainab caught a glimpse of the man, he looked familiar. Zainab wasn’t sure, but he looked like an ex officer of Saddam’s paramilitary. As the man passed, they exchanged a polite nod as the man held the door open. Taking hold of the door, Zainab would wait a second before ducking back into the shop unseen. The door made it’s tell-tale chime of someone exiting the building.
Zainab listened in as the man headed to the till. He could hear the back room door close as the shopkeeper returned to the shop.
“Good morning, Brother”, the man exclaimed to the shop keeper “coming in to pick up our regular shop”
The shop keeper looked panicked as he scrambled to put together the shopping list. Zainab continued to hide behind the shopping shelf.
“Please forgive me, I completely forgot to put together you’re order! I do hope the President can forgive me” The shop keeper exclaimed in between hastily packing food into a bag.
“Quiet brother! There are ears everywhere. Continue packing!”
Zainab’s ears perked up at the mention of President. Had he accidentally hit the jackpot? Months of hard work on the streets may have finally paid off. Saddam had run a military operation to keep himself disguised, but a loose lip may have ruined it all. Zainab’s hope was quickly brought back to earth as the sound of a bag being picked up and money being exchanged. Footsteps filled the room as the man headed back out towards the door. Zainab closed in closer to the door, remaining out of sight. Waiting for the chime, he waited ready to make his quick getaway.
The door chimed. Zainab burst forward, catching the door behind the shadow of the man. The light and heat of Tikrit hit him as he exited the building.
Zainab moved to his car as the man moved to his. Both men entered their vehicles at the same time. Zainab’s eyes kept firmly on his prey as the two vehicles moved off. Kicking up the dust from the old streets of the city.
The cars followed each other for an hour and a half. Keeping a good distance, Zainab managed to keep himself undetected. Before long, the car pulled into a guarded farmhouse. Zainab was sure that he could not get any further. Pulling into the side of the street, he grabbed a long-range camera from his car and headed into the bush.
Taking position high up in a tree, he could see the side of the building and it’s roof. Scanning, through the lens he could make out figures on the roof, carrying RPG’s and sniper rifles. Whatever was in the building was a high valued target. He spent 10 minutes taking photos, moving to each side to get a 360 view of the building.
Crunch
A twig cracked behind him as voices grew in volume. Zainab knew his time was up. Swiftly and quietly, he slipped away.
Driving back, Zainab felt like the fate of Iraq depended on these images. He knew Iraq and the UK would be looking for Saddam’s location, ready to launch an assault on him. Upon reaching the police station, he sent the most important email of his life..