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"Tell him I'm grateful," Hala replied, "and please beg him for me to give every consideration to the families of the men who died saving my life."
"They'll be well taken care of," Nichols assured her.
Hala was lying propped in a bed, wearing a white velour sweatsuit striped in jade with a knit polo collar. Her right ankle was in a plaster cast. She looked at Nichols, then toward Julius Schiller and Senator Pitt, who were all seated opposite her bed. "I'm honored that three such distinguished gentlemen took time from their busy schedules to fly to Colorado and accompany me back to New York."
"If we can do anything-"
"You've done much more than any foreigner on your soil could expect."
"You have the lives of a cat," said Senator Pitt.
Her lips parted in a slight smile. "I owe two of them to your son. He has a capacity for appearing in the right place when you least expect him."
"I saw Dirk's old car. It's a miracle you all survived."
"A truly beautiful machine," Hala sighed. "A pity it was destroyed. "
Nichols cleared his throat. "If we may touch on the subject of your address to the U.N. tomorrow . . ."
"Have your people turned up any solid data leading to the Alexandria missing artifacts?" Hala asked sharply.
Nichols glanced at the Senator and Schiller with the look of a man who suddenly stepped in quicksand. The Senator threw him a rope and gave the reply.
"We haven't had time to launch a massive search," he said honestly. "We know little more than we did four days ago."
Nichols began hesitantly. "The President . . . he hoped . . ."
"I'll save you time, Mr. Nichols." Hala's eyes turned to Schiller. "You may rest easy, Juhus, my speech will include a brief report on the inuninent discovery of the Alexandria Library antiquities."
"I'm glad to hear you've changed your mind."
"Considering recent events, I owe your government that much."
Nichols was visibly relieved. "Your announcement will give President Hasan a sharp political advantage over Akhmad Yazid, and a golden opportunity to boost Egyptian nationalism over religious fulldamentalism."
"Don't expect too much," said the Senator. "We're only filling cracks on a crumbling fort."
Schiller's lips parted in a cold smile. "I'd give a month's salary to see Yazid's face when he realizes he's been had."
"I'm afraid he'll really come after Hala with a vengeance," said Schiller.
"I don't think so," said Nichols. "If the FBI can link a chain from the dead terrorists to Yazid and then to the assassin responsible for the plane crash with the death of sixty people, many moderate Egyptians who do not condone terrorism will withdraw their support from his movement.
With an internationally publicized terrorist mission laid on his doorstep, he'd have to think twice before ordering another attempt on Ms. Kainil's life."
"Mr. Nichols is correct on one point," said Hala. "Most Egyptians are Sunni Moslems who do not follow the bloody revolutionary dnimbeat of the Iranian Shiites. They prefer an evolutionary approach that slowly changes the people's loyalty from a democratic government to a religious leadership. They will not accept Yazid's bloodlust methods." Hala paused a moment. "I disagree on the second point. Yazid won't rest until I'm dead. He is too fanatical to give up. He's probably planning another attempt on my life this minute."
"She may be right; we must keep a sharp intelligence eye on Yazid,"
cautioned the Senator.
"What are your plans after your U.N. address?" asked Schiller.
"This morning, before we left the hospital, I was given a letter from President Hasan by an attache from our embassy in Washington. President Hasan wishes me to meet with him."
"Once you leave our boundaries we can't guarantee your protection,"
Nichols warned her.
