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reason was that people like me and Glen simply weren't trusted.
Just as I took a step back the silence was broken by shouting, then the
distinctive signature ofAKs on auto, their heavy calibre 7.62 short rounds
flying around outside the building.
"Shit.. . don't move!" Glen shouted into the room. We had gone noisy:
not good. He left us and ran down the corridor. I closed the door.
I could hear the lighter sound of Car 15s returning fire, and lots of
shouting, from our guys as well as the Syrians. It didn't matter that the
Syrians could hear us shouting in English-there was now so much gunfire and
confusion that it was irrelevant-much more important was to get the
communications right.
I tried to sound calm.
"Sarah, time to go."
She turned her back on me and carried on working. Our new friend on the
sofa was getting more worried by the minute. I knew just how he felt. There
was another exchange of fire outside.
"Fuck this, Sarah, we've got to go. Now!"
She spun around, her face tight with anger.
"Not yet." She almost spat the words. She jabbed her finger toward the
direction of the contact as more rounds were fired.
"That's what they're paid for. Let them get on with it. Your job is to
stay with me, so do it."
Glen was at the end of the corridor, screaming to me at the top of his
voice.
"Get them out! Get them out now!"
I moved across the room toward the Source. He was curled into a ball,
like a terrified child. I grabbed his arm and started to drag him off the
sofa. I hadn't even put on the plasticuffs.
"Let's go, Sarah, we're .. .
going ... now!"
She turned, and as she did I realized that she was drawing down on me,
her pistol aimed at my center mass. She stepped back so there was too much
distance for me to react to it.
My new friend didn't want anything to do with this. He just stood next
to me, his arm still half elevated by my hand, gently and calmly praying in
a low Arabic moan as he waited to die.
Sarah had had enough.
"Sit him down." She said something in Arabic that must have been to the
effect of "Shut the fuck up!" because he jumped back on the sofa. She
levelled her eyes on me again.
"I'm staying here, what we are doing here is important. Do you
understand?"
It doesn't matter who it is, if somebody's pointing a gun at you, you
get to understand very quickly. Whatever her agenda was, it must be
important.
She turned calmly, bolstered her weapon and went back to work on the
keys.
I had one last try.
"Can't we just take him, plus the computers, and fuck off?"
She didn't even bother looking at me.