Two black-clad armed men jumped out, one shouting in Arabic. “Just ignore them follow my lead as we leave the road and start heading north.”īret followed instructions, but just as they stepped off the road a few yards, the Humvee reached them, stopping forty feet away. Dressed as locals, we shouldn’t be bothered.” Mina held the AK-47 in the folds of her robe where it couldn’t be easily seen. “Here, take this Beretta for protection in case we have trouble. As they were leaving, walking out of town on a narrow dirt road, Mina said, “See that dust cloud ahead? That is an ISIS Humvee coming this way. Bret looked, but could see no evidence of phone service. They stopped in a small Sunni village to get food and drink. Could he turn the tables on his captors and become a spy who brings ISIS down? If you love espionage thrillers, especially one laced with geopolitics, the CIA, a sexy female Kurdish warrior, a bloody gunfight in the Iraqi desert, and super-secret Tweets, don’t miss this book.īy late afternoon, they were only about ten miles from Iraqi Kurdistan. It’s a sight so normal that it almost fails to shock anymore a westerner in an orange jumpsuit being paraded in front of a camera by ISIS.īret Lee, an American college professor kidnapped in China and smuggled to Syria, finds himself in that perilous predicament as a looming prelude to being either sold for $10 million or beheaded by a twisted ideology.
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