Summary:

The operation is officially authorized and they come to Tikrit, where the hostages are suspected to be held there only to realize the convoy of hostages to Samarra. However, Kid and Nikov don't come in the same jet, instead sought so sneak beyond the border. Kid and Nikov feel another way: with such leaders of the Iraqi Hezbollah branch like this, they must have trying to capture Ghazi Hamdi first, since Hamdi is less smart among the trio, fits with their new ethics working as lone wolves.

By a systematic torture, Kid and Nikov find out the answer of hostages being held, and they warn it is a trap to set up the SEALs and Saudi Special Forces in Samarra. The Saudi Special Forces and the SEALs, however, fail to notice and they are ambushed. Luckily, none are killed but this ambush gives Kid's skepticism that there is someone who knows about their operation and has lured to the Hezbollah, putting General Abdulrahman to react.


09:00

Dammam, Saudi Arabia

King Fahd Air Base

In Saudi timeline, yes. The jet was finally prepared and all the special forces' soldiers from two countries entered. Jack McKirby and Feras Al-Fathi together walked into the cabin of the plane, which was registered as "U.S. Air Force", to remind.

Before going, General Tony DeMerlino and counterpart Abdulrahman Al-Salih made their speeches together. Both would carry seven members of their own, formalizing the squad to 14.

As they walked in, they remembered the words from Tony and Abdulrahman's speeches.

"Gentlemen … we'll do our duty. Saving the victims will be our priorities. It must be done with less bloodshed, and quietly leave as soon as possible. No one is allowed to know that we have come there, in order to protect and create the surprise. Hezbollah is a very notorious group, they're no fool. So if we can be faster than them in one step, we'll have more advantages. Hezbollah has omnipresent of personnel in Iraq, so we need to be careful. Good luck, gentlemen. Operation: Revue, begins."

Then, as Tony and Abdulrahman bid goodbye, suddenly Abdulrahman turned into a question: "Wait, where is … the two American guys?"

"What did you mean?" Tony wondered, until he remembered to Dora-the-Kid and Dora-nikov, who participated in the conference.

"Wait, their … damn, take the oath for a moment, where're they?" Tony DeMerlino were surprised, as Ziad Chareddi, who didn't go to, marked a story.

"Sirs … they have gone to Iraq … by …"

Karbala, Iraq

Unlike the actions of the army, Kid and Nikov had chosen to depart earlier, they used smuggling to let themselves pass beyond the border of Saudi Arabia and Iraq. They left at 00:10 in the morning, when the moon was still here.

They had successfully persuaded Sergeant Jordan, who had earlier allowed them to move on. Sgt. Jordan was a former aide of Dora-the-Kid in Iraq, now is 35, and he is quite experienced. Touched by the old bondship, Jordan let Kid and Nikov move on.

The Doras' tie expanded to several border guards, who later accepted to allow them in. Kid and Nikov had gone restlessly until they reached Karbala, and it took 10 hours.

11:00

Karbala, Iraq

Kid and Nikov had their reason to refuse the current method. Kid distrusted the Iraqi Government because of their extensive tie to radical Shi'a movements funded by Iran. Right now, trying to let the Iraqi Government to support was easy; but … trusting the politicians of Baghdad could be even more terrible.

Kid and Nikov rushed from a local source to realize about a man named Ghazi Hamdi, and they had the answer: Karbala.

Karbala had been rich in history, being the center of Islamic studies alongside Baghdad. Entering Karbala was something to mention over, but with Iraq unable to secure their border priority, now, Iraq had become a base of Iranian interests. This was the biggest fear for Kid and Nikov, so they rejected working with any Iraqi officials.

Instead, they sought to work with a local Iraqi.

"هل لديك خريطة مجمعه؟" (Do you have the map of his compound?)

"نعم فعلا." (Yes.)

Kid got a map of the compound, and this was the compound of Ghazi Hamdi. Nikov got surprised: "(How do you have it? And how do you know Ghazi was there?)"

"Ghazi Hamdi often travels extensively between Iraq, Iran, Jordan and Bahrain, though he had been expelled from the country, mostly through fake names. Last year, he bought a compound under the name 'Akram Wafari' so he can buy property there."

"(Was he on the list?)" Nikov asked.

"Yes, as a special guest of Ahmad Mohamad Al-Salih, under another fake name, Youssef Awad."

Kid showed a similar footage of Ghazi's quiet meeting, in which occurred in a remote region in Jordan. Kid's footage surprised Nikov with the appearance of Ahmad and Ghazi. The footage proved to be influential as it decided the fate.

CCTV camera from the video recorded it in a private bank in Jordan, where the money transferred. Nikov and Kid saw it and quietly held it as an evidence.

Tikrit, Iraq

"Operation: Revue, started."

Having landed peacefully, special forces of Saudi Arabia and the United States combined entering together in the city, where they believed the convoy ended there. Feras Al-Fathi, leader of the Saudi side, ordered to move.

Armed with modern equipment and bulletproof vests, the special forces soon entered to the suspected buildings in the Doctors Street, the street where General Abdulrahim showed, they soon attempted to seize control of the street, in order to prevent possible fighters of Hezbollah from getting away.

Colonel Jack McKirby, also the captain of Team Simba of the Navy SEAL, and counterpart Feras Al-Fathi looked beyond the street and they even attempted to sneak into the Martyrs Mosque, a major mosque in Tikrit. It was the mosque that witnessed a major point of the operation.

"القوات الأمريكية قادمة!" (American troops are coming!)

Several Hezbollah fighters shouted as the U.S. and Saudi forces decided to fight the Hezbollah force. A clash occurred. Hezbollah was more in number there, but they were poorly prepared.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

And to the reports.

"Simba 1 calls Simba 2, get me? Over!"

"Roger that. Position of Simba 3 and Faisal 7 is under siege, but we can relieve it, they're not strong enough. Over."

Gunfire between two sides occurred as Saudi and American forces took down several positions that were under Hezbollah's hand. This intensified the clash between Hezbollah and Saudi-American force.

But the gunfire soon ended in a way that quite quick. The special force stormed the mosque and destroyed the ammunition of the enemy, and arrested some surviving members of the Hezbollah in Martyrs Mosque, the main mosque where scenes of fighting taken place.

The mosque was quite suffered light damages, but it was overall, nothing too risky. Local clerics had to flee as Feras arrested one of them.

"أين الرهائن؟ أخبرنى!" (Where's the hostages? Tell me!)

"هههه ، هل تعرف؟ بالنظر نحو الشرق، وانتقل إلى سامراء، نجري لهم. حاول أن تكون الأفضل يا أغبياء." (Hehehe, will you find out? Look east and go to Samarra, we are holding them. Try to be the best, idiots.)

"They have taken the hostages to Samarra!" Feras translated to English: "It took an hour to go there. We must act immediately."

"الموت للمملكة العربية السعودية ، الموت لإسرائيل ، الموت للصهيونية ، الموت لأمريكا!" (Death to Saudi Arabia, death to Israel, death to Zionism, death to America!) Yet, the man who was captured by Feras continued to yell the same word. He repeated it several times before got a punch from Simba 4, or Donald Maloney.

"Shut up you son of a bitch." Donald added a word for more sweet bitterness.

"Can we have any possible vehicles to go there?" Jack asked Feras.

"We can use the Hezbollah's personal vehicles. There are two trucks and two seven-seated cars." Feras pointed into the garage in the mosque.

"And three jeeps." Simba 7, or Jason Krey, also spotted on.

"Well then, report to the HQ. We will head south to Samarra." Jack ordered as Feras reported in Arabic and English. Overall, the HQ was confident it would have gone well.

Karbala, Iraq

A big, big compound outside Karbala, located in the desert soil. Wow. That was where Kid and Nikov watching Ghazi Hamdi.

Dora-the-Kid and Dora-nikov, however, thought more. They were using binoculars to watch the compound, a big, pink and British-styled compound. The roof, however, was a Chinese-based roof from ancient China, decorated from the old building of Huaisheng mosque. What a … disastrous combination of arts.

"Jesus … what a terrible building." Kid told: "A stupid-like compound."

"(I'd be wary of the large amount of guards outside.)" Nikov expressed another concern: "(Ghazi Hamdi might be less smart, but he was far from stupid. He had built up his fortress well.)"

"No worry, I have a mole inside." Kid then contacted with the man by text message in English.

In the compound, the man, who was unknown for many, bore the name "Wahab Jalal", took his anesthesia gun and arrived to the camera house, where another guard was holding.

"مهلا ، الوهاب! ماذا تفعل بعد ذلك؟" (Hey, Wahab! What are you doing next?)

"فوزي ، مجرد شيء فقط. كن مرحا." (Fawzi, just something only. Be fun.)

In much of Fawzi's unawareness, he came to take a shock electric wave from his anesthesia gun, hit into Fawzi and turned Fawzi unconsciousness. From this point, Wahab was free to do anything, but at least by tying hands and feet of Fawzi, and controlled the camera room. And he didn't forget to text message for the person outside.

Which was Kiddo himself. And so, Kid waited for the signal.

Camera room was a vital part of Kid's plan to seize Hamdi's compound, and it seemed like it worked. Ghazi Hamdi didn't know it overall.

"Good job, Typhoon. They're fucked from now."

Kid knew it because of the security system of the whole compound was the key centre. Ghazi Hamdi was quite no fool, but he was not too brilliant by putting the security lock room in a house in the compound. Hence, even with a wall in all four corners, it could be disabled easy.

"Let's go!"

Kid received the message back, and they just began. From this point, Kid and Nikov, acted alone, ran with a fast speed.

Kid threw a grenade and Nikov threw another one. It exploded, killing several guards there. Ghazi Hamdi, who was sleeping, started to smell something.

As for Kid and Nikov, they also started their shooting outside. The guards were unable to realize who, but Nikov was even more brutal. Having seen his own circle, he turned into a werewolf, and bit many as possible. The people got shocked most must be those poor guards, who were not quick enough. Kid was not faster, even speed far behind than Nikov, but Kid was well-trained for the shooting, and he could shoot faster than many people.

"Bang!"

"Ahhhhhhh …"

Blood spilled everywhere, but Kid and Nikov were too much. Kid was an exceptional gunner, Nikov was a wolf. Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Ghazi Hamdi only woke up and received a running guard yelling.

"السيد غازي ، هؤلاء الأجانب … هاجمونا. انهم يبحثون عنك!" (Mr. Ghazi, those aliens … they attacked us. They're looking for you!)

"ماذا؟ ماذا؟" (What? How?)

Ghazi was so scared to a point he had sought to escape. As the gunfire exchanged tenser, only more and more Hezbollah fighters fell as Kid and Nikov showed no mercy.

They screw up by breaking the window of the compound, which is in front of both. When they jumped in, the pathetic guard took his AK to fire, but Kid still got a faster step, killed the guard in process. Ghazi Hamdi was not prepared, so …

"Americans …"

"Amazed with how you could realize. Game over, terrorist."

"Wait … how could you get in?" Ghazi Hamdi responded: "How?"

"Thanked for a man of yours." Kid smiled as another man, wearing Lebanese Hezbollah uniform, arrived. That was Wahab Jalal, the mole of the compound Kid had.

Wahab Jalal's real name was Abdelwahab Jalal Annabi, one of few Iraqis that Kid trusted to work with.

On the duty, Kid and Nikov thanked Abdelwahab, but requested Abdelwahab to prepare for them four ropes. Meanwhile, Kid screwed the only table in the room and cleared it in a brutal way.

"What will you do next, Americans?" Ghazi asked.

"You'll find out." Kid took his laugh as Nikov and Abdelwahab were ready to make a job. And not without beating the head of Ghazi into unconscious.

On the table, a French-made table, Ghazi Hamdi woke up, only to see himself being in the reverse. His chest and anus went down, as his back and his ass … came in front. Ghazi's ass was naked, as the pantie was pulled down.

At the same time, Kid switched to make a surprise for Ghazi Hamdi about one of his ability.

"غازي حمدي ، عندما كنت في الأردن ، تعلمت عن طريقة معينة للتعذيب. لكن في الثقافة البدوية يسمونها عقاباً. أتعلم؟ إنه هناك." (Ghazi Hamdi, when I was in Jordan, I'd learned about a specific way of torture. But in Bedouin culture, they call it, punishment. You know what? It's there.)

"يالها من العربية الرائعة. أين تعلمت يا كافر؟" (What an impressive Arabic. Where have you learnt, infidel?) Ghazi tried to mock back.

"هناك." (There.) Kid took his irony giving to Ghazi: "سوف تجعل حياتك سعيدة في الخيار الأفضل." (I'll make your life happy at the best option.)

He spent over five minutes to beat the ass with a wooden, heavy stick, and made him to feel the pain. It was completely done by Kid only, and it took place only the ass.

"Ah! Ah! AHHHHHHH!"

His scream was so painful, but with the mansion outside the main city's center, he couldn't receive any possible call for help. And Kid just got the best moment, with his feeling ran even higher to keep torturing the ass of Ghazi. Ghazi was so frightened to see such torture, since he was also of Bedouin background.

Despite the scream, Kid still spent enough five minutes to finally put the torture to end. Ghazi tried to escape, but … the ropes were used to tie his feet and his hands on the table's feet, he could not go anywhere.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh …"

"Voila! With the torture takes the ass, it increased blood pressure to the feet and the anus, virtually caused sickness on the human's temple. And that's why I love it." Kid ended the torture after five minutes: "أنت أحد القادة الثلاثة الرئيسيين لفرع حزب الله المتنامي في العراق. والاثنان الآخران هما زين الدين شاردي ومهدي مهد زاده. أين هم الآن؟" (You are one of the main three leaders of the growing Hezbollah branch in Iraq. The two others being Zinedine Chareddi and Mahdi Mahdizadeh. Where are they, now?)

"أبدا! لن أخبر أبداً عن إخواني ، أيها المجاهدون ، أيها الكفار." (Never! I'll never tell about my brothers, our mujahideen to you, infidels.) Ghazi still refused to speak, so Kid continued the same torture. This time, blood started to spill from the mouth of Ghazi.

Ghazi had a tendency of fearing the death, so as he saw his own blood fell out from his mouth, he got frightened. He begged for mercy.

"من فضلك ... سأقول! سأقول! لقد جلبوا الرهائن إلى سوريا! إلى تدمر!" (Please ... I'll tell! I'll tell! They have brought the hostages to Syria! To Palmyra!) Ghazi this time got shocked too much from the pain of the cruel torture, and Kid finally managed to turn around. The evidence was clear, and Ghazi's mouth, from Nikov, indicated the truth.

"(He's acknowledged the fault. We'll tell Ziad about the move of the hostages.)"

"So be it." Kid soon reported back to Dammam from Karbala.

Dammam, Saudi Arabia

As the operation was underway, Ziad received a strange message from Dora-the-Kid. Immediately aftermath, Ziaddinè opened his Apple iPhone, asked:

"We have a new evidence." Kid texted first.

"What?" Ziad got surprised from the message: "How do you know about it?"

"I've secretly captured Ghazi Hamdi in Karbala. Can you tell the SEAL and Saudi Special Forces to go to Palmyra?"

"Wait … Ghazi Hamdi was in Karbala?" Ziad had not gone out of shock to witness the truth.

"Exactly. He was in Karbala. We have stormed his compound and captured him alive. Where's the SEAL and Saudi Special Forces?"

"They're going to Samarra, they thought the hostages were there."

Karbala, Iraq

The message Ziad sent to them had been even more shocking. Kid and Nikov realized, the SEAL and Saudi Teams were all fooled. By this point, Kid texted back, pressuring Ziad to pull the operation squad out of Samarra.

"They're being fooled! The Hezbollah knew about our appearance in Iraq. Someone had provided information for them before the operation. Move out from Samarra, it's a trap!"

"How can we do? We're not ready to see this!"

"You have the legal authority there as an advisor. Tell General Tony and Abdulrahman to halt their advance to Samarra! It's a trap put to us by the Hezbollah. Repeat, a trap by the Hezbollah!"

"Trap!? Jesus Christ …"

Dammam, Saudi Arabia

After hearing the new, and the two red spots showing the position of the SEAL-Saudi Team heading into the city of Samarra, Ziaddinè took his risk by gathering Gen. Tony DeMerlino and Abdulrahman Al-Salih.

"Generals, you must halt the operation immediately!" Ziad told: "Hezbollah is trapping us!"

"Nonsense! It's ongoing well. Just the matter of time anyway." Gen. Abdulrahman was pretty into it: "We'll win, hostages will be freed, and all will be done."

"No, it is serious, General. Tell the force to pull back from Samarra, they are falling to trap!" Ziad kept urging, but Gen. Abdulrahman didn't listen.

"Who has the order here? You or I?"

"I am not asking for order, I am just persuading …" As Ziad was trying to do, suddenly, the main radio talkie received the cries.

It was …

"This is Simba 1, repeat, this is Simba 1 report to the HQ! We're under attack! Repeat, we're under attack by the Hezbollah!"

This time, both Ziad, Tony and Abdulrahman were reckoned to believe it. So, Kid and Nikov were right, but they were not fast enough.

Karbala, Iraq

"Hahahahaha … your pals are under attack, huh?" Ghazi smiled: "Even when I admitted, you are not fast enough. Pathetic foreigners, how pathetic you're."

"Very well then." Dora-the-Kid still expressed with his bitterness and sweetness on the same time: "I'll guarantee you a happy day. Also, thanks for telling, I know who you're working with."

"Huh?" But even before Ghazi Hamdi could handle, Abdelwahab gave Ghazi a bronze candy on the temple. The sound was big enough to scare the birds away. For Kid, being transported to Palmyra meant it was hard to believe could it be safe or not.

Islamic State, although weakened, still maintains presence in Syria. Hezbollah also has presence there. It places Kid and Nikov into a problem that they didn't want for.

Samarra, Iraq

The jeep was burnt by RPG, but luck followed the SEAL and Saudi forces. However, five of them got hit and they had to request urgent assistance.

"Hezbollah is surrounding around us. Need urgent air strikes to reduce their activities. I repeat, we need important air strikes, now."

Jack and Feras battled many, and had killed a lot. But it seemed like the Hezbollah militants didn't care about that. They just kept coming like ants, and they just could not hold them anymore.

At this point, Feras soon asked Jack.

"Jack, do you have ever tasted something like that?"

"Used to be. But it is too overrated."

"So am I." Feras told: "When I was in Pakistan as a child, my dad taught me how to hunt. I'd like to make it … hunting season."

"You're half Pakistani. So, how was the hunting season in Pakistan meant for you?" Jack got impression about it as the gunfire was still on.

"Much, much for me. Take down an eagle is like take down a bastard Hezbollah. The mountainous Khyber Pakhtunkhwa has hindered in my mind a lot. I love the scene there, the mountains, the music, the tribes and … the animals."

"Same. I was also trained for hunting in the past." Jack sealed words: "So, let's pull the trigger, brother."

"Indeed."

Both of them put their pistol and ready for a standoff. Suddenly, the ground was reckoned with mass bombings from the sky. And …

"God helped us!"

Jack and Feras watched on the sky a group of F-35 fighters bombing the position of Hezbollah in Samarra. And the bombings successfully saved the team, but it forced them to go back to Baghdad for special treatments, since five of them were hurt.

The bombings killed all but left the ruins of some parts of the old town of Samarra. But there was no sign of hostages taken there. They had failed.

… failed, disastrously. Nothing more. They had to abandon the cities before several helicopters arrived to rescue. Belonged to Iraqi military, but it was under American control, they were actually from the Green Zone, the most fortified zone in Iraq. They, thus, had to abandon the area and waited for new notifications.

Dammam, Saudi Arabia

King Fahd Air Base

Although none of SEAL or Saudi members were killed, five injuries torn the reputation of both nations. For the United States, it meant they could not know where to go. For the Saudi Kingdom, it was a national humiliation.

"Fuck! We should have been informed about this before."

It was even more painful, given they had ignored the final warning of Ziad. Now, they would have to plan for another way.

"We don't know where the hostages being held. This would trigger an international crisis!"

From this point, they'd have to wait if the injured could continue or not. However, while the Saudi General was reluctant, suddenly Ziad received another message.

"Put this for General Al-Salih."

From Kid.

Kid typed into the message a video, where he recovered from the List he exposed. The list soon registered the name of a man, while Kid also pressured Ziad to push them to Syria, because Syria was the real destination of the hostage convoy by Hezbollah.

The video, a CCTV footage in Jordan, and also collected from the room of Ghazi Hamdi, who was now dead, it showed a reality complex. From that time, Ziad had to persuade the Saudi General.

"General Al-Salih!"

As the Saudi General was still on the room, he breathed: "What to see?"

"I think … let me ask. Before the operation, did you call for anyone?"

"Strange question." Gen. Al-Salih got a bit surprised, but he at least cooperated: "I called for my brother Ahmad Mohamad. What's wrong with that?"

"Sir … I think … you need to take a look on the video." Ziad then showed his iPhone's videos, where it revealed a group of footage between …

The footage recovered an information profile that Ahmad Mohamad Al-Salih had taken secret meeting with some Hezbollah fighters in Jordan, without being discovered as both had disguised.

Even more, they shared money and interests, discussing about goods. As the video did not have voice but only actions in black and white, the last thing General Al-Salih mentioned was …

"How? How … did you have that?"

Even General Tony DeMerlino also got surprised when Ziad made it to bigger telly. The smelly story …

… of a man, wearing a traditional Sheikh clothes, meeting with members of the suspected Iraqi Hezbollah group, turned their eyes into the Saudi General.

The Saudi General, of course, was not really innocent, as he had leaked the information out. But since he was honest, the Saudi General had to speak out when he sat in the chair.

"I … I regret having such a brother. How dare him sold the information for Iran and its terrorist branches?"

"We still don't know the answer. But, General, you can persuade the national police to arrest Ahmad Mohamad. He's a threat for Saudi Arabia and other countries for his alignment to Iran." Tony cheered Abdulrahman: "He had known about the attack, and he provided them so they could trick us to trap in Iraq. We'll see what they want next, but at least, you have to persuade the police. Can you?"

General Al-Salih sat down with a lot of pain and trauma, because he never thought his brother, who was seen as smarter, better, even more favored among the family of General, could be a notorious traitor who served for foreign interests.

But this time, there was no mercy.

The Saudi General stood up. With his eyes became determined, he gave his own words, to be ready for the fish catch.

"سليمان ، اتصل بالحكومة الملكية. تأمر اعتقال أحمد محمد الصالح." (Suleiman, contact the Royal Government. Order the arrest of Ahmad Mohamad Al-Salih.)

Riyadh, Saudi Arabia

Saudi National Police put an important raid into a mansion. It was a white, big mansion with a large pool and pretty awesome for a rich man by standard. The board registered the name of Ahmad Mohamad Al-Salih, in Arabic.

Located in the opposite of the huge Thumamah Park, this place had been raided by the police for one reason.

"أحمد محمد الصالح ، قُبض عليك لبيعك معلومات إلى إيران." (Ahmad Mohamad Al-Salih, you're arrested for selling information to Iran.)

Waiting to receive no answer, the police got tired and decided to break the door. In order to avoid traps, the police sought to enter from the windows as well.

But when they entered, what left inside were … only pretty, decorated and cleaned rooms. And the image of the Sheikh, Ahmad Mohamad, huge and depicted in the living room, was something on the eyes. When they covered a lot of profiles in the tables, they quickly discovered a file, writing about trades and projects with the Hezbollah, his closeness to Iran and personal tie with Ayatollah of Iran. Also, he has sought to pay money for the freedom of Salem Al-Haji.

They eventually found the secret gate. But he had not been here, and no one knew why.

No one in Saudi police could understand …

… except, Ahmad Mohamad had left the country.