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"If only you hadn't interfered in our affairs."
"I didn't come here to debate Middle eastern policy, Hala. I came to ask your help."
She shook her head and turned away. "I'm sorry. I can't go on record with a lie."
Schiller looked at her with compassion in his eyes. He didn't push her, but thought it better to back off.
"I'll tell the President of your response," he said, picking up his attache case and making for the doorway. "He'll be most disappointed."
"Wait!"
He turned expectantly.
Hala rose and came to him. "Prove to me that your people have a positive lead to the location of the Library artifacts and not a foggy clue, and I'll do as the White House wishes."
"You'll make the announcement?"
"Yes.
"Four days until your address is not much time."
"Those are my terms," Hala said bluntly. Schiller nodded gravely
"Accepted."
Then he turned and walked out the door.
Muhammad Ismail watched Schiller's limousine come off the private road leading to Senator Pitts lodge and Turn onto Highway 9 toward the ski town of Breckenridge. He did not see who was seated in the rear seat, and he did not care.
The sight of the official car, men patrolling the grounds who spoke into radio transmitters at regular intervals, and the two armed guards inside a Dodge van at the road's enumce were all he needed to confirm the information purchased by Yazid's agents in Washington.
Ismail leaned casually against a large Mercedes-Benz diesel sedan, shielding a man sitting inside peeling out an open window through a pair of binoculars. A rack on the roof held several sets of skis. lsmail was dressed in a white ski suit. A matching ski mask hid his perpetually scowling face.
"Seen enough?" he asked while seemingly adjusting the ski rack.
"Another minute," answered the observer. He was staring at the lodge, which was partially visible through the trees. All that could be seen around the binoculars was a heavy black beard and a mass of uncombed hair.
"Make it quick. I'm freezing out here just standing around."
"Bear with me another minute."
"How does it look?" asked Ismail.
"No more than a five-man detail. Three in the house. Two in the van.
Only one man patrols around the grounds at a time, not a second more than thirty minutes. They don't dally. The cold gets to them too. They walk the same trail through the snow. No sign of TV cameras, but they probably have one mounted in the van that is monitored inside the house."
"We'll move in two groups," said Ismail. "One takes the house, the other kills the guard patrolling outside and destroys the van from the road, where they least expect an attack."
The observer dropped the glasses. "Do you plan to move in tonight, Muhammad?"
"No," answered ismail. "Tomorrow, when the American pigs are stuffing their mouths with their morning meal."
"A daylight raid will be dangerous."
"We will not sneak around in the dark like women."
"But our only escape route to the airport is through the center of town," the observer protested. "The streets will be crowded with traffic and hundreds of skiers. Suleiman Ammar would not risk such an adventure."
