Layla ran a hand over her face and took a deep breath. The gun next to her held one bullet, all she had to do was pull the trigger. Suicide however was not an option for her. Not when she could use the bullet to kill someone first. Though she longed to have it be Ziva David, she would settle on anyone, preferably Mossad.
She had known the risks when she joined Hamas. Perhaps it was her age, her inexperience with those things that had let her to believe it would not be her. Not on her first mission. But this was just like getting pregnant, wasn't it? It could happen on the first time you had sex. And you could die on your first terrorist mission. Just her kind of luck to manage it.
Anger she didn't feel. Not at Kadira or Farook, that was. Or at anyone in Hamas. She knew that it had been right of Kadira and her husband to leave her behind. They were faster when it was just the two of them. She was just a burden, she would slow them down and manage to get the three of them caught. With her out of the picture, perhaps they would manage to take David down before getting arrested. Or killed. Whichever would happen first.
She would wait. NCIS had to be close behind. And Mossad probably, too. They had tried to take out one of their own, after all. And Mossad did not forgive such actions.
No. They would come after them. And when the time was up, she'd be prepared.
With a soft voice, she began to recite the prayer she had been saying for the last two hours.
TBC