Mallory thought about calling Kareem but risking the BIAP with just one driver for security seemed like a pointless gamble. He told himself to start thinking minimum risk again, a basic rule of his profession that he seemed to have discarded somewhere on the road to Fallujah. As he pondered the problem several heavy engines gunned to life a few rows away and he walked out from under the ramp to investigate. The throaty noises were coming from several matt-black-painted muscular-looking vehicles belonging to the same Mad Max PSD team that had shot up Stanza. They were getting ready to move out and Mallory grabbed up his bags and headed towards them. He was certain they would give him a ride into Baghdad for a price. A few thousand dollars should buy him a seat.
The adventure was not yet over but Mallory had a good feeling about it. Perhaps Abdul would take part in it now since circumstances had changed. Mallory suddenly wondered what it would be like having him for a brother-in-law. Now there was something to think about.
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