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Chapter 10

April 11th 1993

Khan sat at his desk, deep in his thoughts. His gaze however, was focused intently on the creature that sat across from him.

After his meeting with Orlando and the information he had gathered. His surety over one factor only grew stronger with conviction.

The Wahash had to be dealt with, quickly.

Two weeks had passed and he was yet to find a proper method of disposal. Ideally he would have them killed, but their disappearance would alert the Sheikh and his advisors. They were up to something. Khan had Orlando gather information in covert urgency.

"I found something very interesting." Orlando had stated after appearing for the secret meeting he had called for between the Auguments in his chambers. Suzette and Joaquin stood beside the door, guarding it. Susan, Orlando and Khan stood in an equilateral triangle beside his study.

"What did you find?" Khan inquired his voice low and reticent, his hands clasped behind his back.

"His highness is extremely thorough and secretive when it comes to delivering messages; tapping into that network took a little time. He had a private line. I explored his office a little and found something very interesting."

"What?" Susan asked, her eyes gleaming in intrigue.

"His check books. He had donated a large sum of money to an unregistered company. I will find some more information regarding that. Then there is the interesting conversation I had tapped into." Orlando had been holding a rectangular cassette player with boxy buttons along the sides. He placed it calmly on the mahogany table top.

"Who was on the receiving end?" Susan demanded.

Mischief lit up Orlando's clear gaze, a wicked smile curved at his thin lips.

"Oh you know who it is." He murmured mysteriously and then swiftly pressed down on the play button. The red supply reel began to spin. They watched the motion in silence as a dull sound, similar to the crushing of paper, echoed within the room.

"Have they arrived?"

Khan tensed at the solemn, flat voice that spoke in an arrogant authority. He knew that voice anywhere, having heard several threats of war and announcements over the radio by that same voice.

"Yes. The plan is in progress." The Emirati Sheikh responded, his English sounded rougher with his thick accent.

"The operatives have been installed into their quarters?"

"Yes, it will only be a matter of giving the order."

"Good, let's hope this works, for all our sakes. Until next time your Highness."

"Insha' Allah."

The reel played on for a few seconds of silence before it seized with an abrupt click.

"Seems the Sheikh has been fraternizing with our enemies, so much for the 'what is mine is yours' speech." Susan grumbled irately, but there was a slight satisfaction in her tone.

"Yes, he isn't true to his word." Khan agreed while rubbing his chin in thought "We can't let him know we are on to him. We must find some way to be rid of the Wahash."

"Shame, they would have made good allies." Orlando mused with a dejected pout tugging at his lower lip. Susan's contempt went unnoticed by the brooding Augument leader.

"Indeed."

The comment from Orlando made Khan think long and hard. The Wahash could be great accomplices. Their powers matched them in vigor and accuracy. Khan knew if given the freedom Arba would probably tell them everything he wanted to know.

He needed to find a way to extract the information and one calm day he did.

Arba had always had defiance in her. Khan knew it the moment he had met her, but it really revealed itself the day Salim made another appearance.

A "routine checkup" He had said in broken English that was hard to understand. Then he began to furiously explain himself in Arabic while thrusting paper work at Khan from the threshold of his room.

Salim was transformed. His scruffy coffee coloured Gandurah was replaced by a gleaming white one. Khan was hit by an overpowering smell of Bukhoor. It was obvious that the man had recently come to a great inheritance for his services to the Sheikh.

Khan had to reluctantly allow him in. The man walked in with movements similar to a scurrying rat. He sneered enviously at the rich interior of Khan's room until his hazel hawk like gaze fell on Arba. Khan did not miss the pure yearning in his stare directed at the Wahash that stood idly in the corner of the office.

"Tha'al hoona." He ordered gruffly. Arba didn't even blink in acknowledgement. Khan didn't know why he was so pleased by this, but he was. She instead looked to him, awaiting an order.

Khan nodded hesitantly. There was a flash of emotion in her eyes. It wasn't fear, but more extreme dislike. Stiffly she left her post and approached the man. He frowned. Disappointed that she hadn't reacted immediately to his order, but he uttered no rebuttal. He gestured to the centre of the room. Arba took her sweet time to meet him at the centre and stood staring stoically at the back of the door.

Khan had averted his attention from them for a moment to read the document he had handed him. It was contract that listed that the Wahash are to be subjected to monthly tests. The results would be taken to the superiors and the scientists at Appello. The Latin word for summon. Khan did not miss the biblical play of words with the Wahash being created in a place called the Appello. Khan had his suspicions to whether Appello was the place the Sheikh was secretly funding.

Khan raised his gaze again only to find his office door had been slid shut. Alarmed by this he took swift steps to the exit. The door glided open under his rough pull.

Salim was in the middle touching Arba. His hand was cupping the side of her face. The intense revulsion in her eyes seemed to burn through Khan the moment their eyes met. Her face however, remained expressionless.

Salim immediately stepped away from the Wahash at the sound of the door opening. Salim did not hide the distress he felt for being caught in his advances.

"La thakoom begalak had'da al ba'ab." Khan ordered sternly. Salim nodded like a contrite school boy and resumed his duties. Khan continued to observe him by his seat the table, making sure Salim's hands did not wander anywhere they shouldn't.

It wasn't the revulsion Arba had expressed that sparked the idea in Khan. It was the moment when Salim attempted to caress her backside. She didn't endure it like he had expected her to. She growled, low and in a feral manner that frightened the weasel of a man.

She had a lot of anger directed towards the people who had raised her and there was one thing Khan knew about anger. It always had a way of coming out.

Khan knew that he couldn't dispose of the Wahash without alarming the Sheikh. However, he could attempt to break one out of the compulsion they had placed on to them.

If he succeeds, Khan would have an ally and weapon at his arsenal. It was only a matter of utilizing the plan.

Tha'al hoona: Come here.

La thakoom begalak had'da al ba'ab: Do not close this door.