EXT. BAGHDAD ZOO – MORNING
The zoo used to be gorgeous. Dotted with manmade lakes and crisscrossed with canals, the zoo has a grand design but hasn’t been maintained for years. The habitats and cages are mercifully empty.
But there are people. Thousands of them. Lined up from the entrance all the way to a large pavilion in the center of the grounds.
Iraqi soldiers guard the entrance and search all those who enter. US soldiers guard the pavilion.
MSG Aldrich and MAJ Thomas patrol the line of job-seekers on foot.
MSG ADRICH
How many people were they planning on?
MAJ THOMAS
Not this many.
MSG ADRICH
They won’t have jobs for them all.
Suddenly a man standing in line flags them down.
MAN IN LINE
Excuse me sir. Can I ask a question?
MAJ THOMAS
Sure.
MAN IN LINE
How many companies are inside?
MAJ THOMAS
Ten. Are you looking for a specific kind of work?
MAN IN LINE
I used to work as interpreter, but I lost my job last year and I need money to feed my family. I have three young children and I barely have enough to put food in their mouths.
MAJ THOMAS
You’re in luck, there is a company here looking for linguists.
MAN IN LINE
(Concerned)
Can I ask another question? Are any of these companies Jewish?
MAJ Thomas raises his eyebrows.
MAJ THOMAS
All of the companies inside are Iraqi. None of them are owned by Jews.
The man smiles, relieved.
MAN IN LINE
Good. I won’t work for Jews.
The man steps back in line.
EXT. HAIFA STREET COFFEE SHOP – SAME
Stubbing out his cigarette and glancing again at his watch, Uthman picks up his cell phone.
UTHMAN
A’ishah! My meeting this morning is cancelled. Do you have time for lunch today? Last chance before I leave the city.
He nods, smiling at A’ishah’s answer.
UTHMAN
I’ll be there in 10 minutes.
He leaves a couple bills on the table and, with a quick glance around, starts walking up the street.
EXT. GAS STATION – MORNING
The patrol comes to a halt amid blackened hulks of cars and various twisted pieces of metal and rubble that the massive car bomb rendered unrecognizable.
MAJ Thomas is in awe of the destruction.
MAJ THOMAS
(Intercom)
Holy shit.
He sits for a long moment, taking it in. BG Bahaa breaks the spell, tapping on the hood of the vehicle, motioning for him to follow.
EXT. IED ALLEY – MORNING
The Fat Man sits in the passenger seat of a battered car that looks like it hasn’t been street-worthy since Saddam was in power.
He is munching on some flat bread, large beads of sweat pouring down his forehead. His dirty t-shirt is soaked.
He can see clear down the alleyway to the street, now packed with moving vehicles, 100 meters or so away.
The EFP trigger mechanism sits on the driver’s seat, along with a small commercial two-way radio, which crackles to life.
TOOTHLESS MAN (O.C.)
Hey! Are you awake?
FAT MAN
Are they coming?
TOOTHLESS MAN (O.C.)
No, but stay awake. You will only have a few seconds.
FAT MAN
I know.
TOOTHLESS MAN (O.C.)
The radios won’t work when the Americans are on top of us, they jam the signal.
FAT MAN
I know!
He throws the radio back onto the seat and stuffs another piece of bread into his mouth.

EXT. GAS STATION – MORNING
An entourage of Iraqi soldiers bearing AK-47s surround BG Bahaa as he weaves through the rubble toward the Ali’s office building, the only structure to emerge generally intact.
A short distance behind MAJ Thomas and SGT Musik follow, with Abu on their heels. Their eyes track the devastation.
They pass a blackened stone column, part of some structure before the blast. SGT Musik spots a fresh white piece of paper taped to the column. In the middle of it is a picture of a pretty young girl, Maya.
SGT MUSIK
Abu, what does this say?
ABU
This girl is missing. She was here the day of the bombing. Now they can’t find her.
SGT MUSIK
I don’t think they will.
INT. ALI’S OFFICE – MORNING
The office has been cleaned since the blast, but it isn’t the same, a fraction of its former glory. Windows haven’t been replaced and there is no longer air conditioning, it’s hot as hell in here.
Ali and Hassan are in the midst of an animated conversation when the office door opens and a YOUNG MAN reluctantly walks in.
YOUNG MAN
I’m sorry to interrupt. A General is here to see you, from the Army. There are Americans with them.
ALI
Very well. Let them in.
The Young Man closes and door and HASSAN gets up to leave.
ALI
Don’t go. I want you to stay for this.
Ali motions to the couch on the other side of the room and Hassan takes a seat.
The door re-opens and BG Bahaa walks in, in charming mode again with a big smile. Jamal follows, along with MAJ Thomas and Abu. Ali greets all four men with handshakes and offers them a seat. All sit except for Jamal, who remains attentive near the door.
ALI
(To the YOUNG MAN waiting at the door)
Chai.
EXT. HAIFA STREET – MORNING
UTHMAN weaves through a maze of pedestrians and merchants on the street. He answers his phone as he walks.
UTHMAN
Yes…no he did not show up…both of them are missing?
UTHMAN stops dead, struck with a thought.
UTHMAN
The Americans must have them….their special forces…no, this cannot go unanswered…we all must meet…not there, at the other place.
His resolve hardened, UTHMAN continues down the street, using the columns of the GRAND MOSQUE as a reference point.
INT. ALI’S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
The YOUNG MAN places steaming glasses of tea in front of each of the men in the room. ABU sits very close to MAJ THOMAS, whispering the translation into his ear as the others talk.
ALI
Thank you for your kind words. I trust you will find these murderers and bring them to justice.
BG BAHAA
We are working on just that. Why do you think you were singled out?
ALI
I am Shia, I am a respected man in the community. Do these thugs need another reason?
BG BAHAA
This area has been peaceful for a long time. Nothing like this has happened before.
HASSAN
We brought this on ourselves?
Raising a hand, Ali quiets the man.
ALI
General, do you have children?
BG BAHAA
I do.
ALI
I had a daughter. Seven years old. Beautiful. Energetic. That bomb, those men, took her away from me.
BG BAHAA
The war has altered all of our lives.
ALI
No. Not the war. Those people. This war is not a thing you can kill. Those people are.
BG BAHAA
Your enemies think the same way you do.
ALI
Your job is to bring them to justice.
BG BAHAA
My job is to stop all those who commit violence.
ALI
Let us see if you are successful.
Rising to his feet, ALI signals that the meeting is over.
EXT. JAMAL AND A’ISHAH’S HOUSE – MID-DAY
Uthman closes the front gate leading to his sister’s house and glances out at the street.
On the other side of the street, Sunglasses Man nonchalantly keeps walking straight to the end of the block. Uthman notices him. But after watching for a few seconds Uthman decides he’s not a threat.
Turning a corner at the end of the block, Sunglasses Man pulls out his phone and dials a number.
SUNGLASSES MAN
He went into a house near Haifa Street.
INT. ALI’S OFFICE – MID-DAY
ALI is on the other end of the line, with HASSAN still in the office.
ALI
Good. Watch the house. I will send more men. If he leaves, follow him.
ALI clicks off the phone.
ALI
Send two men. I want to know who else he is working with.
HASSAN
It will be done. About our friends from the east…
ALI
Tell them to come this afternoon.
HASSAN nods and strides out of the office.
INT. HMMWV, MID-DAY
MAJ THOMAS adjusts the microphone on his vehicle intercom system as the HMMWV pulls away from the gas station and follows the rest of the patrol. They are third vehicle, two in front, one behind.
All four people in the truck wear the headsets, including ABU, sitting right behind MAJ THOMAS.
MAJ THOMAS
(Intercom)
Abu.
ABU
(Intercom)
Yes sir.
MAJ THOMAS
(Intercom)
What do you think about that meeting?
ABU
(Intercom)
I am just a linguist.
MAJ THOMAS
(Intercom)
I want to hear your take, you’ve been around for a while.
DRIVER
(Intercom)
The man is Abu Time.
MAJ THOMAS
(Intercom, chuckling)
That does get funnier…c’mon Abu, tell me something.
ABU
(Intercom)
I think Ali is right. General Bahaa doesn’t care about the people who planted that bomb.
MAJ THOMAS
(Intercom)
That’s not true, he talked about his plans with me for a long time last night.
ABU
(Intercom)
I have spent many hours with General Bahaa. He knows exactly what to say to Americans. But his hands say different things than his lips.
MAJ THOMAS
(Intercom)
Why would he do that?
ABU
(Intercom)
He is a devout Muslim and a Sunni. He fought Iran for eight years. He thinks the Shia take their orders from Tehran. He hates them but will not say that in front of an American.
MAJ THOMAS
(Intercom)
Are you Sunni or Shia?
ABU
(Intercom)
I am neither. I am a Christian.
DRIVER
(Intercom, laughing)
He hates them all.
ABU nods and stares out the tiny, bulletproof HMMWV window.
EXT. IED ALLEY – MID-DAY
The Fat Man has fallen asleep, bread in hand. Toothless Man yells at him through the radio.
TOOTHLESS MAN (O.C.)
Wake up! They are coming!
His subconscious hearing the radio, the Fat Man stirs and looks over at the driver’s seat. Slowly, the realization of what is happening dawns on him.
He looks up to see an Iraqi HMMWV pass by the alley, then hastily grabs the radio and the trigger.
FAT MAN
I’m here, where are the Americans?
TOOTHLESS MAN (O.C.)
About a hundred meters away, get ready!
The Fat Man attempts to sit up in the seat, but doesn’t sit up very far. His heart is racing now, the anxiety of almost missing his chance coupled with the excitement of an engagement.
TOOTHLESS MAN (O.C.)
There are four trucks. Wait for the last one!
The American HMMWVs go by. He times his moment. The first one passes, then the second.
The third one passes. He puts pressure on the trigger, anticipating his target.
INT. HMMWV, MID-DAY
The explosion rocks MAJ Thomas’ truck, causing the driver to swerve hard. MAJ Thomas looks back through the side-view mirror. He sees nothing but smoke.
The GUNNER pokes his head above the turret and yells into the intercom.
GUNNER
(Intercom)
Musik’s truck got hit!
The Driver slams on the breaks. MAJ Thomas’ knees bang the front console and he frantically works the door handle.
EXT. BAGHDAD STREET – MID-DAY
SOLDIERS sprint toward the burning HMMWV. Pedestrians scatter chaotically, from the blast and from the Americans.
MAJ Thomas reaches the HMMWV. The armored passenger door has been blown completely off, the smoke so thick he can’t make out anything inside.
He reaches in anyway. He stumbles on the rubble at his feet and falls. His gloves and forearms are soaked in blood.
SSG Smith reaches the HMMWV and pulls MAJ Thomas up.
MAJ THOMAS
Help me pull him out!
Together they reach in and pull SGT MUSIK’s shoulders toward them.
Only the top half of SGT Musik follows. MAJ Thomas falls back again and SGT Musik’s remains fall on top of him.
SSG Smith drops to his knees and dry heaves on the pavement.
MAJ Thomas scrambles to get out from under the corpse.
SFC Smith and MSG Aldrich arrive at the HMMWV, the smoke dissipating.
SFC SMITH
Fuck me!
MSG Aldrich grabs SSG Smith with two hands and pulls him to his knees.
MSG ALDRICH
Get the medic!
He tosses SSG Smith in that direction.
MSG ALDRICH
(to SFC Smith)
Get a perimeter around this truck and get that fire out!
MAJ Thomas climbs to his feet, arms and legs covered in blood.
MSG ALDRICH
(to MAJ THOMAS)
Are you hurt?
MAJ THOMAS
It’s not my blood.
MSG ALDRICH
Check the gunner’s hatch. I’ll go around to the other side.
MAJ Thomas pulls himself up toward the gunner’s hatch to finds a groggy SPC PETRY.
MAJ THOMAS
You alright brother?
SPC PETRY
My leg, it’s bleeding.
The MEDIC runs up to the HMMWV and stops dead at the sight of SGT Musik’s lifeless body.
MAJ THOMAS
Doc! Petry’s leg.
The Medic doesn’t move right away.
MAJ THOMAS
DOC!
Snapped out of his trance, the Medic moves in to take a look.
SPC PETRY
(pointing down the alleyway)
Sir, the fat guy, right there. He triggered the IED.
MAJ Thomas snaps his head around and sees the Fat Man walking away down the alley.
EXT. IED ALLEY – MID-DAY
The FAT MAN walks at a leisurely pace down the alley away from the destruction he’s caused. He doesn’t look back and tried to blend and not draw attention to himself.
He hears a faint crackling sound from the radio in his pocket, getting louder as he walks. He pulls it out and suddenly the TOOTHLESS MAN’s voice is audible, calling him frantically.
TOOTHLESS MAN (O.C.)
RUN!
The FAT MAN’s composure breaks and he turns around.
MAJ THOMAS is full-on sprinting toward him, 50 meters away.
EXT. BAGHDAD STREET – MID-DAY
MSG ALDRICH
FUCK!
He watches MAJ THOMAS sprint away from the vehicle and down the alley.
SFC Smith is still organizing a defensive perimeter while the MEDIC works on SPC PETRY. SSG CANTU runs past him carrying a bodybag.
MSG ALDRICH
CANTU! Drop that and follow me, we’re going after the Major!
EXT. COURTYARD – MID-DAY
The FAT MAN is quicker than he looks. He darts into a rubble-strewn courtyard and dances between large chunks of concrete toward the back door of a bombed out house.
He’s practiced this route many times.
EXT. IED ALLEY – MID-DAY
MAJ THOMAS runs up to the courtyard entrance he watched the FAT MAN duck into and slams his back into the wall next to it. Sweat streams down his face and neck.
He takes a glance down the alley where he came and sees MSG ALDRICH and SSG CANTU running toward him.
With a quick exhale, raises his M4 and enters the courtyard.
INT. DESTROYED HOUSE – MID-DAY
The FAT MAN picks his way through the house and pulls out the radio.
FAT MAN
Link up in 30 seconds.
He squeezes through a doorway and in a well rehearsed move, he closes the door, locks it, and barricades it with a piece of wood.
EXT. COURTYARD – MID-DAY
MAJ THOMAS, M4 at the ready, weaves through the same rubble as the FAT MAN, stumbling along the way.
EXT. DESTROYED HOUSE – MID-DAY
The FAT MAN emerges from the front door of the house and into another courtyard, beyond which lies the street. The radio is still at his lips.
FAT MAN
I’m coming out now!
INT. DESTROYED HOUSE – MID-DAY
MAJ THOMAS comes up on the door the FAT MAN barricaded. He tries it, won’t open.
He looks around. The fucker couldn’t have gone anywhere else.
He raises his M4 and shoots a half dozen rounds into the door lock, then gives it a mighty kick.
The wooden barricade, splintered by the barrage, breaks and the door swings open.
EXT. DESTROYED HOUSE – MID-DAY
The FAT MAN rumbles out to the street and stops dead. The car isn’t here. He tries the radio again.
FAT MAN
WHERE ARE YOU?!!
Shots ring out from the house behind him.
The FAT MAN looks left, looks right. He’s off playbook now and he doesn’t know what to do.
Picking a direction he starts running. He’s exhausted, his weight catching up with him.
EXT. DESTROYED HOUSE – MID-DAY
Weapon up, MAJ Thomas flows out of the courtyard into the street. Seeing the Fat Man running away, he gives chase full steam.
It’s not a race. He’s on top of the Fat Man in 25 meters, performing a textbook tackle, sending the fat man to the pavement with a sickening THUD.
INT. DESTROYED HOUSE – MID-DAY
The Fat Man limps into the room where he barricaded the door, winded. MAJ Thomas follows at a discreet distance.
MSG Aldrich and SSG Cantu enter the room quickly, attempting to clear it. There is a millisecond of wide-eyed tension–good fire discipline–before they realize it’s MAJ Thomas and his quarry.
MSG ALDRICH
What the blue fuck are you doing?! Tryin’ to get yourself killed??!
MAJ THOMAS
(to SSG Cantu)
Go get Abu.
SSG Cantu shoots an anxious look to MSG Aldrich.
MAJ THOMAS
Sergeant! Get Abu and bring him here! Now!
SSG Cantu obediently retreats and MAJ Thomas shoves the Fat Man into the rubble.
MSG ALDRICH
Are you gonna answer me?
MAJ THOMAS
I don’t answer to you.
Still amped up from the chase, MAJ Thomas sits down opposite the Fat Man, watching him.
INT. VEHICLE – MID-DAY
SUNGLASSES MAN sits in a parked car with two OTHER MEN looking at the entrance to JAMAL and A’ISHAH’s house halfway down the block.
On the phone, SUNGLASSES MAN is reporting their findings.
SUNGLASSES MAN
(On cell phone)
His name is Jamal, he is Iraqi Army and works at the JSS not too far from here.
ALI (O.C.)
Is he at home right now?
SUNGLASSES MAN
We don’t think so. He is married, and his wife does not work so she may be home.
ALI (O.C.)
She would not let this man in unless they were fucking.
(a beat)
Maybe they are related. Find out what you can. If he leaves follow him, but keep one person watching the house.
INT. DESTROYED HOUSE – MID-DAY
Abu and SSG Cantu come into the room, ABU moving slower and more delicately.
MAJ Thomas keeps watch on the Fat Man. MSG Aldrich keeps watch on MAJ Thomas.
MAJ THOMAS
Abu. This is the motherfucker who killed SGT Musik. I want his name and I want to know who he works for. Tell him he won’t be hurt if he cooperates.
Abu nods and starts talking with the Fat Man in Arabic.
In the meantime, MSG Aldrich pulls SSG Cantu aside.
MSG ALDRICH
How are we doing out there?
SSG CANTU
Perimeter is set, BG BAHAA is helping with his guys, recovery is on the way. Brigade keeps calling for him(nodding to MAJ THOMAS).
MSG ALDRICH
How long until the wrecker is here?
SSG CANTU
They said 15 minutes.
MSG ALDRICH
Head back and let them know we have one detainee.
SFC Smith turns to leave and Abu finishes talking with the Fat Man.
ABU
He says his name is Khaled but he does not have his gensia and can’t prove it. He says he is working alone.
MAJ THOMAS
Bullshit. If he’s working alone what is that radio for? He killed Musik, he needs to start talking right now.
For emphasis, MAJ Thomas pulls his 9mm pistol out of its holster on his thigh. Abu turns back to the Fat Man.
MSG ALDRICH
Sir, I suggest you put that thing away.
Abu and the Fat Man talk rapidly in Arabic, the Fat Man shaking his head and keeping an eye on the pistol.
ABU
He says he doesn’t work for anyone. He found the radio on the street and doesn’t talk to anyone on it.
MAJ Thomas stands up, pistol in his right hand.
MSG ALDRICH
SIR!
Not talking his eyes off the Fat Man, MAJ Thomas steps forward slowly.
MAJ THOMAS
I’m scaring him, don’t worry. Abu–he needs to give me a name. Now.
Abu speaks, the FAT MAN shakes his head.
MAJ Thomas comes closer now, the Fat Man starts to visibly shake.
MAJ THOMAS
I want a name.
MAJ Thomas raises the pistol slowly. Abu talks even faster now. Sweat is pouring from the Fat Man once again and he’s shaking his head faster.
BAM! A shot rings out, incredibly loud in the enclosed space. Even MSG Aldrich flinches.
The Fat Man recoils from the shot, which just missed him to the right, sending pieces of concrete into his leg.
But he can’t worry about his leg now, the barrel of the pistol is pointed at his head.
MAJ THOMAS
A name.
Holy fuck he’s going to execute this man. A dark piss stain grows in the Fat Man’s crotch.
MSG ALDRICH
General Bahaa!
BG Bahaa steps into the room and takes stock. His trance broken, MAJ Thomas lowers the pistol, turning away from the Fat Man.
BG Bahaa looks from MAJ Thomas to MSG Aldrich to Abu. He’s not shocked, he’s seen – and done – this same thing before. He is, however, surprised to see Americans doing it.
He then focuses on the Fat Man, and instantly recognizes him.
BG BAHAA
I know this man.
EXT. BAGHDAD STREET – AFTERNOON
MAJ THOMAS’ legs weigh a thousand pounds each.
Two US SOLDIERS pick up a bodybag from the area where SGT MUSIK fell and carry it into a waiting ambulance.
Iraqi soldiers escort the FAT MAN, now in flex-cuffs, into one of their vehicles.
An armored wrecker drops its winch toward a waiting soldier in Army coveralls waiting for it near the destroyed HMMWV.
INT HMMWV – EVENING
Daylight fading, MAJ THOMAS looks idly out the window in the direction of the Grand Mosque, but doesn’t really see it.
INT. ALI’S OFFICE – AFTERNOON
Two impeccably dressed men in business suits enter Ali’s office. ALI greets them, more formal than we’ve seen him before. He is all business.
ALI
Gentlemen, a pleasure to see you. Please have a seat.
The men trade hand shakes and sit. Hossein, with a clear air of authority, starts off.
HOSSEIN
My condolences at the loss of your daughter.
Ali nods, saying nothing.
HOSSEIN
Today one of your men attacked an American patrol, killing one soldier.
ALI
(Shocked)
That’s not possible, I–
HOSSEIN
I gave the order.
Ali is seething but holds his tongue.
HOSSEIN
Your man was captured. We allowed this. Attacks against Americans will not stop. Is that clear.
ALI
It is.
AHMED
We have a special mission for you. A team will be here soon, twelve men.
HOSSEIN
You are to house them, feed them, anything they require. Maps, weapons, ammunition, anything.
AHMED
We have also sent four American HMMWVs. You will keep them hidden until the men ask for them.
ALI
What are these men to do?
HOSSEIN
Kidnap an American.
EXT. ABANDONED SOCCER FIELD – NIGHT
UTHMAN approaches a group of men assembled behind the rusting skeleton of a soccer goal. Nearby streetlights illuminate piles of trash and abandoned barbed wire.
Nearly all of the men are bearded, in various types of clothing–some western, a couple dishdashas, one man in a suit.
In the shadows, men with guns guard the perimeter, passing in and out of view occasionally.
The men greet Uthman warmly as he approaches, smiles all around.
UTHMAN
My friends. I need your help.
INT. JSS DINING ROOM – NIGHT
MSG Aldrich, SSG Cantu and both SGTs Smith sit at a table, eyes in their coffee, not speaking. Tired, dirty, emotionally exhausted.
MAJ Thomas opens the door and pauses, he thought the place would be empty. He pours of cup of coffee and sits alone at the table facing the group.
MSG ALDRICH
(to the men at his table)
Give us a minute.
Robotically, they all stand up, an excuse to do something, anything but think about today.
Two tables between them, MSG Aldrich and MAJ Thomas look at each other for a long minute.
MSG ALDRICH
It wouldn’t have helped.
(A beat)
Killing him. Wouldn’t have done any good.
MAJ Thomas isn’t so sure.
MAJ THOMAS
I was just trying to scare him.
MSG ALDRICH
What happened in that room, that’s between us. After tonight I’m not sayin another word about it, to anyone.
MAJ THOMAS
That motherfucker killed Musik. All I did was put a bullet close to his fat ass.
MSG ALDRICH
You would have killed him.
MAJ THOMAS
The Iraqis are probably beating the piss out of him as we speak.
(A beat)
How is one less Al Qaeda on the street a bad thing?
MSG ADRICH
We don’t win playing by their rules.
MAJ THOMAS
They don’t have any rules. And no one cares. We fuck up just this much it’s in the New York Times. Terror is their strategy and no one calls them on it.
MSG Aldrich tastes his coffee – it’s shit. He gets up and throws it in the trash.
MAJ THOMAS
Does this end well?
MSG ALDRICH
In 2005 I would have said no. Right now, I think we have a chance.
EXT. JSS ENTRY CONTROL POINT – AFTERNOON
A line of four HMMWVs snake through the serpentined jersey barriers. The Iraqis wave them through the gate without checking an ID. All they can see are American uniforms, helmets and goggles, but there is no doubt in their minds who they are letting in.
EXT. JSS – AFTERNOON
MAJ Thomas and MSG Aldrich wait for the HMMWVs to pull up.
MAJ THOMAS
Talk to the Iraqi Sergeant Major about that gate, they’re just waving us through. Makes me nervous.
MSG ADRICH
That’s Johnson’s fault. Don’t know if I’ll be able to change their mind but I’ll try.
The HMMWVs pull up slowly next to the JSS and COL Roberts climbs out of the back of one of them.
MAJ Thomas and MSG Aldrich salute.
MAJ THOMAS
We’re all set up inside, sir.
INT. BG BAHAA’S OFFICE – AFTERNOON
COL Roberts enters to a beaming BG Bahaa who grabs his hand and double-cheek kisses him. COL Roberts greets him warmly and neither man is acting, they both genuinely like and respect each other.
MAJ Thomas leaves MSG Aldrich outside the door and sets some paper on a small coffee table in front of COL Roberts and BG Bahaa, who take their seats and make small talk.
COL ROBERTS
OK Mark, what have you got.
MAJ THOMAS
Sir, most of this comes from BG Bahaa and his network, and we’ve helped to develop it over the last few days.
MAJ Thomas hands a picture to COL Roberts.
MAJ THOMAS
We believe this man is Ali, Jaysh al Mahdi’s emir west of the Tigris. He was at the gas station hit by the VBIED last week, which we believe was either an attempt to send a message or assassinate him.
BG BAHAA
One of his men attacked your patrol. He is in our holding cell, and has given us names.
MAJ THOMAS
We also exploited his cell phone, which had hits for Ali’s phone. We put together a sketch of his network. It’s pretty extensive, including ties to Iran.
COL ROBERTS
What about the VBIED? Why haven’t we tracked that cell down?
MAJ THOMAS
We have nothing on them sir. Any physical evidence that may have remained was washed away by the first responders.
BG BAHAA
Ali found them.
COL ROBERTS
You know this?
BG BAHAA
Dozens of Shia died in that attack. He has more reason to go after them than you do.
COL ROBERTS
OK. So what are our options, how do we get Ali?
MAJ THOMAS
BG Bahaa has a plan, I’ll let him take it from here.
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