Dawoud couldn’t believe it as he was led back through the facility. The two Iranian agents had captured him right as he was leaving the Naqsh e-Rustam. How had they known how to get inside? Faiza, it had to be her. She must have known more than she allowed him to believe. A flood of Iranian soldiers poured into the facility, shooting first and not bothering with questions. Of course now that he had been exposed, the government would move fast to make it seem as though they had no idea what was going on here. They would pretend Dawoud had acted alone, and without the cooperation of the Iranian government. No one would believe them, of course, but it wouldn’t matter. The UN would never investigate for fear of insulting the current regime. At least they fear us enough for that, he thought, a bitter smile on his lips. Of more concern was the United States. Somers would insist on taking Dawoud back to America to face trial, but Dawoud knew the truth.
