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As the CIA’s Mercedes was tracking the slow moving terrorist’s truck through the farmlands and forests of Western Azerbaijan, Hoskins’ cell phone rang.
“Yes, Henry,” Hoskins said.
“We have the Cesium, Jack.”
“That’s great, and I think we’re following right behind the rest of it.”
“What do you want us to do with the terrorists?”
“Interrogate the hell out of them and get them on the next plane to Guantanimo. Keep them in a secure lockdown so they can’t tip off the group that we’re tailing.”
“Will do, we’re loading the Cesium on the chopper right now and we should be in the air within the hour.”
“Good, if anyone gives you any trouble, call the Embassy, they already have extradition papers pre-signed by all the necessary parties.”
“Okay, Jack, I’ll call you when we get the stuff up to Germany.”
“Thanks, I have a feeling we may need you back down here to give us a hand in Azerbaijan.”
In the terrorist blue rental truck that was traveling through Azerbaijan, the driver asked Abdula who was seated in the passenger seat, “Will we go straight to Ismailly, or spend the night in Sheki?”
“Let’s rest in Sheki, I haven’t heard from Mustaf and our brothers in Batumi, I’ll call them from the hotel.
In the CIA’s Mercedes, a beep was heard on the tracking monitor indicating that the red dot symbolizing the terrorist truck had stopped moving.
“Looks like our boys will be spending the night in Sheki,” Frank said.
“Can’t say I blame them,” Hoskins said, “We could use a break too.”
“This could be a golden opportunity to take that truck, Jack, should we make a move on them, or do you want to wait?” Frank asked Hoskins.
“No, let’s just lay low for tonight and see what tomorrow brings us,” Hoskins said.
The terrorist truck drove down the cobble stone street in Sheki and pulled into the parking lot of the Caravansary Hotel.
The agents in the CIA’s Mercedes tracked the truck to the hotel and parked the car on a side street away from the hotel where they could monitor the truck.
“That’s the Caravansary Hotel,” David said, “We are on the ‘Silk Road’ and the hotel was a major stop for traders on their way to and from Russia.”
“Why did they call it the “Silk Road’?” Brad asked.
“This part of Azerbaijan is known for their mulberry trees that provide an excellent source of food for silk worms. Silkworm breeding has been a tradition in Western Azerbaijan for hundreds of years.”
“I guess we’re going to be here for the night,” Frank said as he turned around in his seat and asked Brad and David, “So which one of you guys is going to take a walk and get us some coffee?”
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