"The Exodus Quest" - читать интересную книгу автора (Adams Will)IICaptain Khaled Osman kept his smile fixed to his lips as he waved off the police inspector. But it vanished when he turned to his men. 'Time for a patrol, I think,' he said. 'Faisal. Nasser. Abdullah. Come with me, please.' Khaled sat stiffly in the passenger seat as Nasser drove and Abdullah and Faisal cowered in the back. There was silence apart from the blast of the engine. The silence of anger. The silence of fear. They reached the Northern Tombs. Khaled climbed out; his men followed, forming a desultory line, sagging like sacks of rice. He'd done his best to instil some pride of uniform in these men since being forcibly transferred into the tourist police out of the army, but it was futile, they were worthless, all they cared about was gouging baksheesh from the tourists. He walked back and forth in front of them, their heads bowed in shame like the miserable pups they were. 'One job I give you!' he spat. 'One damned job! And you can't even do that!' 'But we did exactly what you-' Khaled slapped Faisal across the cheek, the crack echoing off the cliff walls behind. 'How could you have done?' he yelled, saliva spraying over Faisal's face. 'They found her, didn't they?' A smile tweaked Abdullah's lips, evidently relieved that Faisal was taking the brunt. Khaled grabbed his collar and clutched it so tightly that his face turned red and he started struggling for breath. 'If this goes wrong…' vowed Khaled. 'If this goes wrong…' 'We never wanted any part of this, sir,' protested Faisal. 'It was all your idea. Now look!' 'Shut up!' snarled Khaled, letting go of Abdullah, who gasped for breath, massaged his raw throat. 'You want to spend your whole life poor? Is that what you want? This is our chance to be rich.' 'Rich!' scoffed Faisal. 'Yes, rich.' 'There's nothing there, sir! Haven't you realized that yet?' 'You're wrong,' insisted Khaled. 'It's in there. I can smell it. One more week and it'll be ours.' He wagged a finger at them. 'But no more mistakes. Understand? No more mistakes.' |
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