‘Gabriel what the fuck are you doing?’ Gabriel’s head began to swim. That voice sounded nothing like Desiree’s. He wasn’t sure if it was the...alcohol, but he knew something was wrong. ‘Desiree?’ No answer. ‘Desiree?’ he asked a little louder. ‘Its Jessica,’ she said in a hushed voice. ‘Desiree’s not in here, but please don’t stop.’ Gabriel couldn’t believe that he had been so stupid, he had just assumed that it was Desiree sleeping in the bed. He had totally forgotten that she and Jessica were. Oh they would get lucky once and awhile and blow up some fucking terrorist, but most of the time they just blew the hell out of everything but the terrorists. I looked over at the grandmother and she was kicking ass ... Ah, I figured out she was keeping the Chechen bastards from flanking the church. I decided that sounded like a good plan so I helped her out. Then the grenades started but with a different effect this time, all I could do was duck and hope they missed me.Then I was shocked when. We'll have to grow eyes in the backs of our heads."Hossein Taraqi's house in Basra's outskirts was a safe haven. The Brigadier was there, and so was the British consul, and that meant that all leave was cancelled for the MP. There were two checkpoints Henry had so pass before he drove his Land Rover into the driveway of the big palatial house.Taraqi was a winner. Henry knew that he had studied economics in Edinburgh and at Cornell. With his background, he was a natural ally for the British. He. As she watched the screen the swirling light pattern faded in and out, almost as if it was keeping time with the native music which filled the entire church and a feeling of peace filled her mind.The music faded and as did the light display on the large screen and in its place she now saw a close up view of Pastor Erasmus’s smiling face. She listened to him delivering his sermon, telling her and everyone gathered for the service about how God had a special purpose for everyone, he talked.