Kneeling between the girl's white thighs, bared where he tore herlong, narrow dress, his intent juts and twitches ready to be forced intohis victim."F...ck off!"He doesn't recognise Donna though, doesn't understand she's not to becowed and intimidated, drugged and raped. Heart racing, buzzing with amixture of anger and fear, still dazzling him with the torch she freesher phone, hand trembling ever so slightly, backing slowly towards thegate measuring distance, cover, escape."Police please,". "Yeah, go ahead!" he answered."Chino's back," Pavlov reported, "and we've got a change of plan. How's your position?" Roscoe reported there'd been no change and the dowan were just watching. "Yeah? Well, I need you guys up here. Chino's going back down to fetch the women. There's a few more than we expected." How many?" Roscoe asked."23! We can't bring them up through the chimney, it's too narrow. Chino's going to guide them to the entrance of the caves on the far side of the ridge. It's the. " Explained Andy."You'll be the number three man in the company. That's because your smart experienced and don't take any shit. That's not just for this mission but for as long as you want. Jay and I couldn't think of anyone better to be our number three than you."Andy then named a figure that made Gunny's eyes bug out. "You also get a vehicle, credit cards, room and board along with a 401K and health insurance." Said Andy."And if you're real nice we'll try to talk Mistress Mulligan into. "Follow me, Sahib.”The Moor says “master” like a wise man who bows, but knows better.He doesn't wait for your answer, strides away. The crowd breaks on him like waves on an old rock. It's late, people seek the lights, the food and the fresh pots of mint tea. But the Moor goes against the flow, into the dark corner of the square, the one your eyes ignore and your heart aches for.You follow him blind through the laces of the souk, into this ever-changing sea of streets, tents, and folds. Few know.