TOML Chp. 1
September 21, 2007
Riyadh, Saudi Arabia
His name was Muhannad Al-Hasmiri and he'd been fighting this war since before most of his troops were born. The thing he hated the most about the West was its arrogance. These people thought they ruled the world and everyone should bow to them. In thirty years, only two operations had gone south. One was in Iraq in 1991 and the other was also in Iraq thirteen years later in 2004. But the strange thing was that both operations had one thing in common besides being failures. Two men were instrumental in turning these meticulously planned operations on there heads, and he stared at their images on the plasma screen in front of him, along with seven others. He was brought back to the present when two other men entered the room.
"Welcome brothers. These are the targets. Are you committed?"
The older of the two men looked at him. "Yes, brother. Who are they?"
"The two I want most are these men, Jethro and Terry Gibbs. Both are agents of an organization known as NCIS, formerly NIS."
The youngest man's head shot up. "You mean…"
Hasmiri nodded. "Yes, Jaleel. The same. You will be a sword of Allah and strike a blow against the infidels who killed your father."
"Further, both men are married. Their wives are also NCIS agents. Jennifer Gibbs is the director of the organization. Ziva Gibbs is an agent on the elder Gibbs team and Terry Gibbs' husband." Hasmiri continued, bringing up pictures of the director and Ziva.
"She is Israeli?" the second man, Nazeem, asked.
"Yes; she is married to Terry Gibbs. They have a young son, adopted. His mother was murdered and they worked the case together. Also, the elder Gibb's have a child from the same case." Hasmiri concluded, bringing up the lights.
"What do you want us to do, kill them?" Nazeem asked.
Hasmiri shook his head. "No. I have something much worse in mind."
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Author's note: I have nothing against Arabs or Muslims. This is merely a work of fiction. Please take it as such.