V. line, lifted guard rails and wheeled her down the corridor.I paced the waiting room. One of the nurses passed through and spotted me. “Hang in th...re,” she said. “Maybe you’d like to go to the commissary for a sandwich.”“I don’t have an appetite.”I plopped in a chair. Exhaustion had set in about an hour earlier, but every time I thought about what might go wrong I got a pain in my stomach.The nurse beckoned me from the doorway. “She’s in recovery.”She led me to Mae’s side. I picked up her. His female assistant told me that he had gone to the “field” to check on reports of Taliban incursions across the border. The woman knew me by my old code-name and she told me that the office had changed in my absence and the new people were talking to the Taliban every day attempting to discover their intentions in Afghanistan-Pakistan relations. She told me that my old Al Queda pals were looking for me and that they were not satisfied with my reported demise when the London cell had been. " What am I, ten years old? I can do what I want with my property, can't I?"The guy shook his head. He was just happy to make a sale.Mick bugged me about it as well, on the way to his car."You sure about this, Mitchell?" The jacket looks awesome on you! Quit trying to talk me out of it." I wasn't talking about the jacket, stupid. You know that." Well, you're not gonna talk me out of that either, so just drive." Okay, I'm just saying."We got into the car. But he stopped and looked at me like I. “You said that repenting is the first thing I’ll have to do”. Depend on how, he really intended to consider this. If The Almighty is going to make his life a living hell because of his oath, then he would rather do anything possible, and within his principles, for absolution. The blood and weakness from back then were enough scare for him to not dare disregard the attention of a God, now that he knows better.“First thing I said was the most important condition. Second is much simpler ... join.