CHAPTER 4: FEAR OF DYING

April 2, 2008

U.S. Embassy

Tripoli, Libya

Fouad Zillah kept his walkie-talkie nearby, as his men kept their AK-47s pointed at the one hundred or so hostages in the large lobby section of the embassy. The takeover was a success. His men, dressed as protestors, were able to defeat the defending American soldiers, and successfully take three hundred hostages of the embassy, in exchange for the release of Sudanese Allah Freedom Fighter Arish Tazirbu. He had been jailed by the British infidels two weeks ago, and Fouad's team, called Allah's Voice, were assigned on a overt mission to infiltrate the embassy, and take hostages. If his team failed, which they didn't, he would be beheaded by his own commander. Allah's Voice had over ninety men, all patrolling around the embassy, and watching the hostages. Many of the hostages were civilian employees, and some were marines, sailors, and airmen.

One hundred hostages were in the large lobby, another one hundred were on the second floor large lobby, and another one hundred in a large gymnasium towards the back area of the embassy. If the Americans threatened to raid the embassy, Fouad said he would warn them first, and if they didn't back off, he would execute fifty hostages. Fouad made sure the hostages were well-fed, and kept a sanitized appearance. They were able to eat, sleep, and use the bathroom with no problems. Fouad's men locked down the whole building. They also installed remote-controlled C4 explosives in the upper floor offices, and windowed areas just in case enemy commandos would try to get in.

Fouad kept a constant link with his commanders through a walkie-talkie link. Because of the satellite wireless link field throughout the embassy, he was able to maintain communications from miles and miles away. Fouad was sitting at a receptionist desk, when a young woman came to him. She was blond, white, and wore a blue turtleneck sweater, and black jeans.

"Sir, I need to step outside. I need to see some sunlight." The woman's English was well articulated, and her blue eyes looked brighter when she was worried.

"No. You are not permitted to go outside. Now sit back down, now." Fouad had dark eyes, dark brown skin, straight hair, and a thick moustache. He was in his mid-forties and refused to step down from his service to the Great One, Allah.

"Please, sir. I need..."

"Oh, shut up. If I let you out, will you shut up?"

"Yes."

Fouad waved off the woman, but nodded to one of his men nearby to watch her carefully. She moved passed the hostages sitting on the floor, talking, eating, and sleeping, to a slide door which was situated to the west of the embassy. She could see the eerie empty roads, as she stepped out. The guard stood behind her, with his Kalashnikov trained on her. The woman reached her index finger, and pressed her ear three times, as if signaling. She then turned around, and in lighting-fast speed, she disarmed the guard, and used a French martial arts move called coup de pied bas, and dropped the man. She then swept the AK-47 away from the terrorist, and used some thick rope she had hid in her pants to tie his hands to the door. He was angry, and shocked at the same time, and tried to yell out, but the woman tied a gag around his mouth. The woman never had had a fear of dying, but this was the closest to it. The woman then saw the glint of light from a distance, and she made sure she slipped away from the embassy, and avoid the guards.