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Ella Mamedov dialed Tafar’s cell phone number, and had no idea that his cell phone was ringing away on the seat of his jeep.
Tafar was at a service station in Zaqatala, Azerbaijan and had just finished paying an attendant for the full tank of gas, and was walking back to the jeep. As he neared the jeep, he heard the ringing but didn’t rush thinking that whoever it was would call right back if it was important.
Sure enough, as soon as he got in the jeep and put the key in the ignition, the phone rang again.
“Yes, my dear, what is it?”
“Tariq just called and said that the CIA seized the Batumi shipment.”
Tafar slammed his fist on the steering wheel and let out a yell with little concern that anyone in the area might hear him. He calmed himself down enough to say, “That bastard of a Mustaf, I knew he was too weak to be in charge of such an operation. I should have killed him and stayed there myself.”
“Yes, and you’d be either dead or captured too. All of Abdula’s men are dead, and the sailors are all in prison.”
Tafar’s look turned from anger to concern as he said, “Damn, I’d better hurry to Ismailly and to help Tariq get that shipment to Iran before they figure out that there was a second shipment.”
“Tafar, why don’t you come back here with me, maybe it’d be safer.”
“You know I can’t do that, if the CIA is going to attack Tariq and our people in Azerbaijan, believe me, I want to be there. The CIA swine are big men when they are playing with sailors and young Syrian boys, but soon they will feel my knife.”
“You may be too late already, why don’t you just come back here and we could tell Tariq that you were injured in the fight on the freighter and narrowly escaped with your life?”
“No, we have too much at stake here, I want you to call Tariq and tell him to have Abdula deliver to Baku while I stay hidden and watch for the CIA. I’m going to kill every one of them including Abdula for not providing better protection for the Batumi shipment, he will suffer for this.”
“Tafar, do you think they’re watching us right now?” Ella said as she carefully stared out her hotel room window.
“I doubt it, if they saw me on the freighter, they could have followed me and picked me up by now. That’s why I need you to stay hidden in Tbilisi.”
“All right,” Ella said as she closed the shade on the window.
“You stay right where you are and keep an eye on things, and I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
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