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And with that, he’d been hauled out of the guard shack at gunpoint, thrown in the back of a van and driven to a military coyptian military style

The filthy holding cell would have given any gerhtmares And Joe found little solace in the fact that sooner or later ten trillion gallons of water from behind the shattered dam would sweep in and wash the cell clean

His luck began to change when the new shift arrived at four alish

Major Hassan Edo wore tawny ues with only a few adornments beyond his name He was in his mid-fifties, with close-cropped hair, a hawklike nose and a thin ht have been at home on Clark Gable’s face

He leaned back in his chair, propped his boots up on the enorarette that he proceeded to hold between two fingers as he spoke, never actually taking a puff

“Let ht,” the major said “Your name is Joseph Zavala You clai to be around here these days—but even then you have no proof You say you’ve entered Egypt without a passport, a visa or any other kind of documentation You do not even have a driver’s license or a credit card”

“Without trying to sound overly defensive,” Joe began, “entered Egypt kind of makes it sound voluntary I was a prisoner, held by terrorists who are intent on severely da your country I escaped, came here to warn you and so far have been treated like some kind of rabble-rouser”

Receiving a blank stare frouys knohat a rabble-rouser is, right?”

Major Edo pulled his feet off the desk, landing thearette from the ashtray, where he’d put it, threatened to actually smoke it for a second and then leaned toward Joe instead

“You co that fact

“Yes,” Joe said “Terrorists fro to destroy the dam”

“The dah Dam?”

“Yes,” Joe said

“Have you seen the dam?”

“Only in pictures,” Joe admitted