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Here's an excerpt from The Fourth Victim:
The four
shadowy forms in black crouched low, inching closer to the Shiraz prison wall.
Darkness blurred the outline of the prison and its towers. Dense clouds blocked
any shard of moonlight from slipping through the ebony night, providing cover
for the four. The fall rain had stopped.
The
corner search lights swung slowly in a circle, cutting through the darkness.
The first form held up a hand. The rest flattened onto the dry terrain. The
lights swung back across the area. The total rotation took three minutes.
Two uniformed
guards marched past. They followed the perimeter toward the far corner of the
tower.
Several
seconds after the guard’s past, the shadows raced toward the main road. Two
dived to the ground by the side of the road. The other two raced across the road
and disappeared into the bushes against the outer prison wall. They slumped
down onto the Iranian soil.
After a
quick survey of the area, Fareeda, the taller, sturdier figure, stood up. She
checked her shoes and adjusted her harness before shooting a light-weight hook,
specifically designed by The Foundation, to the top of the wall.
A thud
echoed through the silence when it landed. Both women held their breath. There
was no response from inside. They exhaled slowly.
Fareeda
grabbed the rope attached to the hook and began her climb up the stone surface.
At the
call of a heron from the other side of the road, Fareeda paused and flattened
herself against the structure. Below her Assif dropped face first to the
ground.
Two more
guards advanced. They continued past on another trip around the perimeter and
disappeared around the corner.
Seconds
later Fareeda resumed her upward climb. She stopped briefly when the lights
swept past. Three more minutes and it would be back again. She scrambled the
last few feet to a small ledge where she swung a second large, grappling hook
over the barbed wire. The hook locked onto the edge of the wall. The prisoner
could slide down, once Assif rescued her from her cell.
Fareeda
grabbed the ropes, swung out from the wall and rappelled down quickly. At the
bottom, the shorter, smaller framed person grabbed the rope.
“Your
turn, Assif. Be careful,” Fareeda whispered into her headphone. “There are more
guards on they said, and the search lights are shorter than reported. Our
information isn’t accurate. If she’s not in the cell, rappel down quickly. We
can come back later if we have to. We don’t want to get caught in this
country.”
Fareeda
watched Assif grab both ropes and began her upward scale of the wall. She
paused at a small window fifty feet above and peered through the bars.
Another
heron cry broke the night.
Four
guards marched into the escape area. Searchlights flashed on, focusing on the
area.
“Assif,
abandon the project! Get down here now!” Fareeda whispered into her headset.
A man’s
voice shouted in Arabic. They ran toward Fareeda.
Assif
rappelled down in two or three long jumps. She started to run as soon as her
feet hit the ground. Over her shoulder Fareeda saw two guards grab Assif. They
hit her over the head. Her last view was Assif being pulled toward the prison
gate.
Shots
rang out.
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