Deadly Dumpsters

[Shaahir Al-Hasan]

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[attr="class","Shaahirright"] Shaahir moved like a man with a purpose. Had Nadir's men not just snatched Saajida in broad daylight, then perhaps he might have thought this plan through with more clarity. Planting his back against the brick wall of a nearby warehouse, Shaahir peered around the corner. Just up the street on the left was the building Saajida was being held in. From his vantage point, there were four men patrolling the perimeter, plus however many inside. Shaahir had… himself, a knife, and his father's training. Not the best odds in the world, but he would kill to protect what he loved. "What would you do, father?" A rhetorical question – one Shaahir knew at least part of the answer to. Tareq wouldn't rush into a building without first examining the situation. There would be far too many variables: enemy strength, equipment, even the layout of the interior. Yet getting here on foot had taken too much time already. The head of Mukhabbarat al-Amma and Shaahir was fixing to throw his father's advice in the trash. Nadir might be planning to kill Saajida as soon as he got his hands on her. The thought made Shaahir sick to his stomach. No, Shaahir was going in now and he needed to kill or disable with lethal precision. Any delay in clearing the building and Nadir might execute Saajida on the spot. But Shaahir wasn't so focused on the task in front of him that he missed the movement off to his left. Whirling around to strike with the blade, he pulled up short at the sight. The silent figure, holding up his hands to indicate he wasn't a threat, uttered a single word without so much as blinking. "Alnahs." Shaahir recognized the Arabic word for shrike: a predatory songbird. A cryptonym only his father would know. Anyone else might take the term at face value, but an al-Hasan used code words to establish identity or for other discrete purposes. Shaahir gritted his teeth. He was Shrike, which could only mean one thing. What did you do, Jafar? His instructions had been to call an ambulance. Instead, the bodyguard must have gotten Palestine's intelligence agency involved. Badly injured and still looking after his principal and the diplomat who had run after her. "'Ant huna lahmamatan?" You're here for Dove? The man nodded, hefting a black bag, likely the disassembled pieces of a sniper rifle, and Shaahir was handed a silenced pistol. Even as the operative started moving towards a suitable rooftop to provide overwatch, he confirmed the diplomat's suspicions. "'Ursil albaz. Sawf tuafir alghata'. Alhusul ealaa aistiedad liltaharuk." Goshawk sent me. I'll provide cover. Get ready to move. Saajida Al-Hasan [attr="class","Shaahirright2"]

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[Ziva Sokolov]

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[attr="class","Zivanert"]HRT had somehow ended up involved with the Palestinians… all Ziva could think of was how this could go wrong a million and one ways. Namely, with someone on the floor bleeding. Though she was quiet enough that anyone inside wouldn’t see her coming she wasn’t exactly trying to stay out of the sight of Shaahir. Right now, she didn’t really plan on dying. Flipping open her badge she heard the conversation but could only think it was some sort of code, but it wasn't for her to know so she didn't ask. “zifa difid maktab altahqiqat alfidiralii , la 'ansah aldiblumasiiyn bialtadakhul fi hadhih alhalat , lakunani ln 'amnaeak min alwusul 'iilaa zujatik. hu almukhabarat aleamamat 'aftarid.” (Ziva David FBI, I don't normally advise diplomats becoming involved in this situation, but I won’t stop you from getting to your wife. He is Mukhabarat al-'Amah I presume). She was very careful to keep her voice where it would only travel the small distance those around them.

Ziva had done her homework, she knew exactly whose son Shaahir was. Of course the FBI would take her out of her sniper’s nest. The more people that the FBI had on the ground that spoke Arabic the better. “shariki maei. la yuqtalih.” (My partner is with me. Do not kill him.) The FBI was here and they weren’t on Palestinian soil right now. This place was not the embassy, but she was going to play nice. Ziva glanced at Esau for instructions. She was following his lead, technically he was the one calling the shots from where the FBI sat. Ziva went quiet and waited on Esau’s instruction. Whether the diplomat liked it or not the FBI was here too.

∵ Shaahir Al-Hasan, Esau Sokolov, Saajida Al-Hasan, ∵

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[attr="class","Zivanerlyric"]כולנו רוצים אהבה, כולנו רוצים כבוד
אין בריחה, אנחנו באים לבטל

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[Shaahir Al-Hasan]

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[attr="class","Shaahirright"] "David," Shaahir snarled the surname – one shared by Mossad's former director, Eli – with extreme prejudice. As the head of Mukhabbarat al-Amma, his own father, Tareq, never saw eye-to-eye with his Israeli counterpart. The two men, like their respective countries, had been locked in perpetual conflict; a battle of wits that continued with Eli's successor, Orli Elbaz. If this was, in fact, Eli's daughter, as Shaahir suspected, then he'd refuse her supposed overtures of assistance. You had to earn trust; it wasn't something freely given. Ziva could pretend to hide behind an FBI badge, but Mossad remained just as dangerous under its new leadership. So, whatever the actual price for their help, Shaahir wasn't willing to pay it. "I neither need, nor want, an Israeli's help. Your people have a long, storied history of screwing mine. Quite simply, I don't trust you, and I refuse to be indebted to you. My father sent more reliable resources." Because at least Shaahir could trust Tareq to save his daughter-in-law without having ulterior motives. If his father had sent someone to assist, then Shaahir could trust the intelligence officer to watch his back – to do everything in his power to ensure Saajida came out of this alive. Considering Mukhabbarat al-Amma operated with lethal efficiency, the odds of that were looking better now than they had just a few minutes ago. As Mossad also did, but the foreign intelligence agency was too big a wild card to rely on. Nadir would be using – what? – hired mercenaries, if Shaahir had to speculate. So he could make a team of two work. "Your partner? Try your husband." Shaahir wasn't blind. He could see the comfortable familiarity, not just of best friends, but of lovers, between Ziva and Esau – the same kind of affection he shared with Saajida. It didn't take Palestinian intelligence reports to know those two shared a bed. Shaahir looped back to his original suspicion. No way would the FBI only send two Israeli-born operatives to assist a Palestinian. Even if the Americans often sided politically with their long-time ally, that move would be akin to flashing Palestine the middle finger in the biggest possible way. So why else would Ziva use her maiden surname instead of her married name? "I don't want his help either." Shaahir continued to speak in carefully measured English. He could have used Arabic, as his counterpart fluently spoke the language, but hearing her use his native tongue turned his stomach in disgust. So Shaahir avoided Arabic – a beautiful, flowery dialect – and guided them towards English. Even Hebrew would be preferable. His father had only taught him the vile language because 'one should always know the language of your enemy.' No matter how hard Ziva tried pushing this alliance, his answer would remain the same. There was only so much you could glean from reports and briefings, but everything Shaahir could recall of Ziva screamed at him to stay far, far away. Altruistic and selfless were not words that had popped up in her file. "The two of you are fortunate enough to have a son. Go be with him. I'm quite certain he wants to see you more than I do." Esau knew that convincing Shaahir to accept help from someone he viewed to be the enemy would be a difficult task. One saying, in particular, seemed rather apt under the circumstances: the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Getting Shaahir to see that, however, was another matter entirely. "From where I'm standing, it doesn't look like you have very many options. Every second you delay us is another second this Nadir has with your wife. You may not completely trust us, but can you truly afford to turn away any assistance?" Ziva Sokolov, Saajida Al-Hasan [attr="class","Shaahirright2"]

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[Ziva Sokolov]

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[attr="class","Zivanert"]Ziva knew it couldn’t have been as simple as just walking in and out. Not with the Palestinians. This had been a bad idea from the start but the FBI was here now. Nothing any foreign agency could do while working on American soil. The FBI had the right to make sure they couldn’t be here but that wasn’t why Ziva was here. She was here doing her job. “There are more than Israeli’s help. There are more where we came from.” It was true, HRT was here in full force. It just so happened the Israeli’s had the misfortune of being the only ones to speak Arabic. “You have no debt to me, nor will you.” Ziva persisted.

“He is both.” Shaahir wasn’t wrong but he neither was she. “He is also FBI.” She made a point to persist that they both were staying. “He is not wrong. The more time you waste arguing with us is more time that your wife is in trouble. We need to get moving.” She wasn’t backing down. Trusting that Esau had her back on this she started moving forward and gave no heed to Esau. She started speaking in Hebrew to Esau about letting him take point on this and falling back to cover him. More so, because her sniper skills could be more useful as cover fire and she damned well knew it.

Ziva wasn’t rattled by Shaahir throwing out her personal life, she more than knew how to cover things up. She wouldn’t bend or break just because he knew she had a son. Josiah was well protected while Ziva and Esau were out in the field. The two had made sure of that. There was no worry of anything happening and they could focus on their work. Besides their kindergartner would be in school now anyway.

When intelligence started talking in her ear she started up again in soft tones, like she was listening to her ear at the same time. "Southwest corner. Multiple heat signatures." She looked directly at Shaahir as she spoke. "One heat signature distinctly stands alone one room over to the east. Go get her, let us handle the others." She knew Shaahir would want to go straight for his wife. She waved the FBI personnel on the ground in the direction of the larger heat signatures. If they split up maybe there would be less bickering.

∵ Shaahir Al-Hasan ∵

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[attr="class","Zivanerlyric"]כולנו רוצים אהבה, כולנו רוצים כבוד
אין בריחה, אנחנו באים לבטל

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[Shaahir Al-Hasan]

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[attr="class","Shaahirright"] "Oh, wonderful, the Americans you jumped in bed with are here too?" This just kept getting better and better. Shaahir could have handled this on his own, but someone – Jafar, perhaps – had not only notified his father, but also an armed federal agency he didn't want to deal with right now. At least the Mukhabbarat al-Amma Officer would be an asset in the field; the FBI, if they really were the FBI, would just get in the way. Too much red tape and restrictions when you dealt with them. And, no matter how much Shaahir tried to rid himself of them, they just wouldn't leave. If Shaahir could even trust them. At the moment, he saw very little difference between the Israelis and their American allies. Ziva claimed there would be no debt owed for their help, but how could he trust a single word coming out of her mouth? He had seen firsthand the horrors inflicted upon his people by hers. All because the Israelis could not see reason – could not abide by a peaceful solution. "Words are easy. Actions are another thing entirely," Shaahir reminded Ziva. Perhaps it was an amusing thing for a diplomat, of all people, to say, but Shaahir had always believed that to truly make peaceful overtures, you must first put words into practice. Something that one of their countries declined to do. Shaahir gritted his teeth. This was like his worst nightmares, all rolled up into one terrifying package. Somehow he had gotten stuck between two competing factions: his fellow Palestinians, who had kidnapped his wife, and the Israelis, who steadfastly refused to back off, as they tried to incite World War III. In the meantime, the FBI had apparently pinpointed Saajida's location, offering enough intelligence over the earpiece to be useful. With only a moment more of hesitation, Shaahir made his choice, pointing at Ziva. He could not, in good conscience, make the same mistake that he accused Israel of making. He could be reasonable – to a point. "Fine. You can come. I hope you're as good as Mukhabbarat al-Amma says you are." No way in hell was Shaahir bringing another Israeli along for the ride. Sure, the Palestinians had won out as the greater of two evils, but he had no intentions of being flanked on both his right and left by Israelis, so they could go and stab him in the back afterwards. Should it prove necessary, Shaahir could at least hold his own against one of them for a short time. "Your husband can enter through the rear of the building... or something." "If that's what it takes." Esau nodded, indicating he was willing to play by Shaahir's rules. He knew Ziva was more than capable of taking care of herself; of the two of them, she was the more lethal. So he didn't need to tell her to watch her back around Shaahir. If such a thing where even necessary. Esau had stood where the diplomat had not long ago: his wife held captive by terrorists. He understood, more than most, where the man was coming from, and why Shaahir only wanted trusted allies surrounding him. Before jogging off to the opposite side of the building, he made Shaahir a promise. "I'll take a team in through the back. Meet up with you on the inside. We'll get your wife out, alive. My word may not mean much, but you have it." Ziva Sokolov , Saajida Al-Hasan [attr="class","Shaahirright2"]

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[Saajida Al-Hasan]

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[attr="class","Saajidanert"]Saajida was curled up in a corner of the room reduced to tears. What did she do to deserve this? Her hijab covered her body like a blanket and she was wrapped around herself. She didn’t cry often, no she stood in the face of things and took some awful things from Nadir in the past. Saajida had only begun seeing herself more than property, and that was thanks to Shaahir treating her like a human being. Something her father had never really done. But where had that gotten her?

She heard shuffling of footsteps outside and properly wrapped herself up again. The nice thing was she was able to hide her face. If that was Nadir again… she just wished it would all be over. But there was a part of her hoping it was Shaahir. Saajida had never known Shaahir to give up on anything, so she highly doubted he’d give up on her. She kept her tears quiet, so that bypassers wouldn’t hear her. The last thing she needed was Nadir throwing them in her face. Biting her lip she started humming in her head, a song her mother had sung her when she was younger, to comfort her.

∵ Shaahir Al-Hasan ∵

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[attr="class","Saajidanerlyric"]حقك يا قلبي توعدنا
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[Esau Sokolov]

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[attr="class","esauright"] Esau easily slipped around the back of the building without being seen. Nadir's men had a numbers advantage, but they weren't well-trained. Their haphazard perimeter, easily penetrable, spoke volumes. There were enough FBI regulations to tell him why he shouldn't go in alone, but he would move faster on his own. Shaahir and Ziva could handle an approach from the front. The rest of the team would be on standby in case something went wrong. Advancing through the building, Esau non-lethally dispatched the hired mercenaries whenever possible, moving their unconscious forms where they would not be discovered for some time. As added insurance, Esau made sure to zip tie their hands and feet. It took him some time but his room by room search finally yielded results. On the other side of the door, Esau could hear the gentle sobs of a woman crying. Entering, Esau knelt beside the woman. If it wasn't for the beating she had suffered, likely at Nadir's own hands, Esau would have described her as pretty. It wasn't as easy as just getting up and walking out of here. Her injuries would be significant enough to slow her down. "Saajida al-Hasan? My name is Esau Sokolov." His name and accent would give him away as Israeli, but what she needed, besides medical attention, was someone to treat her as a person – something her captors failed to do. If he laid out exactly who he was and what he was doing here, perhaps that would earn some small level of trust. "Yamam liaison to the FBI. I came with Shaahir." Even that reassurance would only go so far. No, what Saajida really needed was a comforting presence – or, failing that, a comforting voice. That was something he couldn't really be; not when she didn't know him. Fortunately, there was another solution. "Ziva," Esau radioed his wife. He could switch seamlessly back into Hebrew, but for Saajida's benefit, Esau continued using Arabic. It wouldn't make a difference to Ziva; she spoke both languages fluently as well. "I'm with Saajida. Southwest corner of the building. Give your radio to Shaahir." Esau gave Ziva a moment to do just that. "Go on," he encouraged Saajida, as he handed over his own radio, giving her a quick demonstration of how it worked, in case she'd never used one before. He could hear footsteps getting closer. He could also hear the men's chatter – they knew, or at least suspected, something was wrong. Either they'd discovered one the men he'd taken out, or Shaahir and Ziva weren't being nearly as subtle on the opposite side of the building. Probably the latter. "Talk to Shaahir while I deal with those men." Ziva Sokolov , Saajida Al-Hasan [attr="class","esauright2"]

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[Saajida Al-Hasan]

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Saajida heard a voice. No, it wasn’t familiar. In fact, she could easily recognize the Israeli as just that, Israeli. Of all the people. Though right now an Israeli was much better than the familiar tones of her dad. “FBI? Shaahir he shouldn’t be here..” She turned worried, “Nadir wants to kill him.” Her Arabic came out quickly and worried as soon as she knew Shaahir was in the building somewhere. Though she’d seen Shaahir drop bodies earlier but still wasn’t processing it. No, he’d done that to protect her.

“Ziva? This Ziva, she is Yamam?” Why would Shaahir be hanging around Israeli’s he hated Israel. Saajida was really confused. Though when Esau handed her the radio and showed her how it worked, she looked at him confused for a moment. Why was he doing this? Then she heard the footsteps too, mainly because she was panicking. “Someone is coming.” She told Esau in hushed tones. Fear was lacing her voice.

Saajida did as she was told. “Shaahir.” Her voice came over the radio laced with tears. “You should not be here. Nadir, he intends to bait you. Please, be careful.” She knew that telling Shaahir to leave would be completely pointless, he was on a mission and she knew it. Saajida kept sideways glances to Esau’s direction as she heard the footsteps and voices getting closer.

∵ Shaahir Al-Hasan,Esau Sokolov ∵

OOC:Radio

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[attr="class","Saajidanerlyric"]حقك يا قلبي توعدنا
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[Ziva Sokolov]

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[attr="class","Zivanert"]Ziva heard Arabic over the radio. That was highly unusual. Though she did as she was told. Taking her earpiece out of her ear and unattached it from her hip handing it to Shaahir she spoke. “Saajida’s been found, she wants to talk to you.” She knew her husband well enough to know what he was after. If he’d wanted to talk to Shaahir, she would undoubtedly be playing messenger. After passing her radio off, Ziva found herself being attacked in two directions. So, she was handling things while she let Shaahir talk to Saajida.

Since the others were aiming to kill her, Ziva wasn’t playing nice and defending herself meant killing. Dropping both men, she was clearly nursing her arm from where a knife had gotten to her. She took off her top shirt and tied it around her arm, but she was going to keep going. She gritted her teeth as she tied it tight. “Charah!” She cursed in Hebrew, the cursing was more at the pain but it wasn’t going to stop her. Nope not going to happen.

Southwest Corner. Ziva pointed out to Shaahir what Esau had told her without interrupting any conversation he might be having. They still needed to keep moving. Shaahir while on the radio, she knew he’d be vigilante but he was going to be more distracted and that meant it fell on her to be more vigilant than their attackers. That wouldn’t be too hard, these people were everywhere but seemed to know nothing.

∵ Shaahir Al-Hasan,Esau Sokolov ∵

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[attr="class","Zivanerlyric"]כולנו רוצים אהבה, כולנו רוצים כבוד
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[Esau Sokolov]

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[attr="class","esauright"] Saajida appeared confused – almost totally out of it, as the Americans might say – so Esau didn't bother correcting her. Her speech sounded groggy and slurred, much like someone would talk if they were heavily medicated, but it sounded like she might be having trouble breathing too. There wasn't really anything Esau could do for Saajida's wounds here; if he was to help her, he would have to carry her out of the building, so that the paramedics could take over. "I hear them, Saajida," Esau assured the woman. She was, understandably, petrified of the men who had done this to her. Who wouldn't be? The odds, however, had shifted in her favor. No longer were Saajida's captors dealing with a defenseless prisoner... now they would have to go through him first. "I can handle these men. Just focus on the sound of Shaahir's voice. Whatever happens, I'm going to protect you, okay?" Esau could be brutal in his application of force, if the situation required it. Where Ziva tended to show less hesitation about the idea, Esau was often more reserved. Considering what Nadir had done here, and to an innocent – his own daughter, no less – was enough to turn Esau's stomach. This wasn't the first time Esau had seen a man mistreat a woman, but he knew what needed to be done. He disappeared from the room to deal with the threat, leaving Saajida to talk to Shaahir, as the sounds of fighting carried into the room from the hallway. Ziva Sokolov , Saajida Al-Hasan [attr="class","esauright2"]

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[Shaahir Al-Hasan]

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[attr="class","Shaahirright"] Shaahir's eyes shot up, ignoring the body on the ground in front of him. That man wouldn't be getting up again. There were more important things to focus on than that of a corpse. Like the dangerous Israeli woman Shaahir still needed to keep an eye on, tentative alliance or no. Yet his attention wavered when Ziva indicated Saajida had been found and that she wanted to talk to him, but he deftly caught the radio tossed his way, affixing the bud into his ear. "Saajida?" Shaahir saw Ziva point to the southwest, likely the direction where Saajida was being held. He gave a curt nod, indicating his understanding, as he continued speaking with his wife. For now, their surroundings were clear, but Shaahir kept pace with Ziva, ready to act. "You're here, my love. You think I would not come for you? Nadir picked a fight with the wrong man." Theirs may have been an arranged marriage, the agreement reached between Tareq and Nadir when they were both still children. Over the coming years, a much younger Shaahir had come to think of Saajida as a friend and – yes, eventually – fell in love with her. Those memories could still bring a smile to his face, but Nadir had always been an unpleasant man to be around. His actions today shouldn't have surprised Shaahir, which somehow made this decision easier. A man that would do this to his own daughter was not a man worth remembering. And so, staying away from this place, despite Saajida's pleas, was never an option; nor was being careful, so long as his wife was in danger. Shaahir still had a knife that needed a new home in Nadir's chest. Ziva Sokolov , Saajida Al-Hasan [attr="class","Shaahirright2"]

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[Saajida Al-Hasan]

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[attr="class","Saajidanert"]Saajida rubbed her wrists where the duct tape had been bound too tightly. Esau’s assurances only confirmed that she wasn’t crazy and that this wasn’t a nightmare. If this had been a nightmares there wouldn’t be some crazy Israeli. What did he say he was again? FBI. Saajida looked at the radio and listened to Shaahir’s voice. Esau was talking to a brick wall but only because Saajida didn’t know what to say. No one had ever protected her other than Shaahir. Nadir certainly hadn’t. “You are not like that one Israeli diplomat… Malachi?” Saajida turned the radio in her hand. No, she was pretty certain the last Israeli was wanting to kill her.

“It is dangerous Shaahir. Please be careful.” She couldn’t keep the emotion out of her voice, she’d always failed miserably at that. Esau disappeared into the hallway leaving Saajida alone in the room and she was afraid what if the Israeli wasn’t the next one through the door? Saajida tried not to think about that. No he’d mentioned Yamam. Saajida wasn’t naive, she knew that force was brutal but Nadir didn’t play by any rule book. They were on American soil and she knew the FBI tended to play by more rules than the others.

The loud sounds had Saajida moving to the far back corner of the room. To say she was scared was an understatement. Terrified would be a much better word usage. “Nadir will be back soon.” She replied over the radio. Nadir terrified her more. Saajida’s voice gave away everything. She just hoped that Shaahir knew where they were. Esau had probably brought a partner, given he’d asked someone named Ziva to give Shaahir the radio. Hopefully this Ziva person would lead them in the right direction.

∵ Shaahir Al-Hasan,Ziva Sokolov,Esau Sokolov, ∵

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[attr="class","Saajidanerlyric"]حقك يا قلبي توعدنا
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[Esau Sokolov]

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[attr="class","esauright"] "Oh, that jackass, Ben-Gidon?" The name made Esau want to punch something more, if that were even possible at this point. That man seemed to pop up at the most inopportune times, but not even Malachi would resort to these measures. "Try Mossad, but that's our little secret. Malachi almost got my wife killed. The world might be better off if he jumped out of an airplane without a parachute." Slipping out of the room while Saajida conversed with Shaahir, Esau used his superior training to his advantage. Duvdevan could make themselves invisible – either by disguise or through urban camouflage. From where Esau was hidden in the shadows, waiting to strike, he could hear two – maybe three – men getting closer. The voices, laughing and joking in Arabic, were audible, allowing him to make out every word. These men thought they were in complete control. They had no idea how wrong they were. "Nadir said we could enjoy her." One of the approaching men chuckled. "Oh, I plan to." Esau used the advantage of surprise to strike with lethal efficiency. If you knew the enemy would be coming, you didn't let yourself get distracted. You stayed on high alert. It was a mistake these men wouldn't get the chance to repeat. He didn't bother to move the bodies, instead returning to Saajida immediately. Esau maintained a respectful distance, allowing Shaahir to have another minute with Saajida before he stepped in. The Palestinian diplomat didn't say those three little words – specifically, I love you – a moment that stood out in this mess. No doubt Shaahir didn't want this to sound too much like a final conversation. "Just do what Esau tells you." Esau raised his eyebrows in surprise. That might have been physically painful for the diplomat to come out and say; the kind of statement that ordinarily involved some level of built-up trust, of which they had very little, if any. Admittedly, it would make his job easier, if he wasn't having to persuade Saajida every step of the way. Stepping forward and kneeling beside Saajida once more, Esau made no mention of what these men had planned for her. She was already terrified; adding to those fears would do her no good. "Do you mind if I carry you out of here? You're injured and it'll be faster than having you walk." Ziva Sokolov , Saajida Al-Hasan , Shaahir Al-Hasan [attr="class","esauright2"]

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[Saajida Al-Hasan]

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[attr="class","Saajidanert"]Wait he knew the diplomat and despised him? Saajida seemed confused. The word Mossad simply had her worried. Saajida was a lot smarter than she would let on. Mossad was trying to get to Shaahir. Her face paled and she seemed to forget that she wasn’t here because of that, she was here because her father wanted her dead.

Saajida didn’t fail to notice the lack of expression either. “Yes, of course.” There was no argument, she trusted Shaahir completely and she knew that he wouldn’t put her in harm’s way. Saajida stared at the radio, she wasn’t feeling well and she was trying to keep it out of her voice. Though, she knew Shaahir knew her better than that. But the last person she wanted to see her as weak was Esau.

The issue? He saw right through her. What had Shaahir told her? He’d told her to listen. Pointing out she was injured though. “I am a doctoral student, these are nothing.” Though she knew better and just nodded that it was okay. Saajida seethed under her teeth unable to hide the pain that was so evident in her eyes.

∵ Esau Sokolov Shaahir Al-Hasan ∵

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[Esau Sokolov]

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[attr="class","esauright"] Esau could understand Saajida not wanting to be reliant on another person – especially when that someone happened to be an Israeli. The troubles between their two cultures were well documented, but he knew enough field medicine to realize when an individual was putting on a tough front. Gritted teeth and the glossy look of pain in her eyes betrayed her own words. "Then you know the dangers of self-diagnosis." Scooping the Palestinian woman up in his arms, Esau exited the small, windowless room, paying close attention to any hint of motion or sound. Carrying Saajida made him increasingly vulnerable: if the two of them stumbled across any more of Nadir's men, then he would not be immediately able to defend himself. Going back the way he had come made the most sense – that was the path he had already cleared. Ziva would know to expect the move, since he couldn't fight his way to her. "Just try to relax and stay as quiet as possible," Esau cautioned Saajida. The woman, no doubt, hadn't been exposed firsthand to the reality of combat and the last thing they wanted to do was to attract undo attention. Their exfiltration would have to be a partnership – in this, they both had a role to play. Saajida Al-Hasan , Ziva Sokolov [attr="class","esauright2"]

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