Rami said. “He’ll be here,” answered Fa’iz from his seat in the corner. The old man leaned back on his futon, his hands folded on his belly. “Of that I am sure, but I don’t know if he’ll have the resolve to submit willingly.” “And if he doesn’t?” Nizar said. Fa’iz looked to al-Zahani, who nodded, reached into his bag, and extracted a syringe and a small bottle with opaque liquid. “It’s a short-term sedative.” Dani returned to the apartment at noon and was warmly greeted by the group. “Our warrior has arrived. Hail to the hero,” Nizar said. “From the river to the sea, eh, Dani?” Dani spoke directly to Fa’iz. “I don’t think I can do what you ask. I’m not a suicide bomber.” “It’s not a bomb, Dani. It’s a very potent weapon, like nothing the world has seen, that will bring us great glory. Your family will be very proud.” “My mother doesn’t want me to do this. Even though you’d buy her a house. She told me not to come back here, but I promised I would, so here I am.
