The Three Day Pass · Part 9 (9/13)
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"Well what other concussion should I come too? It appears that my prize agent is sleeping with the enemy and I just can't help it if I get that impression." Bill said. "Tell me you're not involved with him."
"I can't tell you that. Yes I'm involved with him-but not the way you think. What I'm doing is because I now know that this is the only way to gain his complete and unqualified confidence. Marrying his daughter would not have done it. Yes it might have worked if we had years to work on it, but in the end he would never fully trust me."
"Why not? You would be his son-in-law, a member of his family." Bill said. "He would have to trust you!"
Joseph, smiling and trying not to laugh in Bill's face, explained, "First of all Bill, you like most westerners, do not understand Arab history or psychology. There is a long Arab tradition of not trusting anyone. For centuries there has always been this inter-family war between individuals as well as clans. Nobody trusts anyone. They don't trust outsiders, least of all in-laws. Hell, even here in the U. S. A., in-laws are not close to each other.
Then, add to that the most important fact of all. the fact that Kassie is not his daughter " Seeing the look of shock on his face he continued by explaining, "Early in their marriage, Mary became lonely because of Fazzi's perversions and she took a lover. She became pregnant by him. When Fazzi found out about it, he was furious about it. He knew it could not be his child. But, as an Arab he could never admit that his wife had willingly had sex with someone else. That would be an insult to his manhood. He had the man arrested on some trumped up charges and after personally torturing him, he raped him, cut off his genitalia and stuffed them in his mouth.
He then killed him and fed him to the fish in the Mediterranean. If she were his real daughter, perhaps he would come to trust her husband. But not as the husband of his wife's illegitimate daughter. No way. Marrying her off to anyone would give him the chance to get rid of both Mary and her bastard. So you see why I have to do it this way. There is no other way to gain his complete trust. I hate him and I want to throw up every minute I'm with him, but I will stop at nothing to get him, even if it means "
"I understand now." Barns said. "If she had married one of our paid informers, it would not have gotten us 'in' with him. We would have wasted our money and time for nothing."
"It would appear that way." Joseph said. "Just think about it, this way, poor Fazzi is paying for his own downfall. Richard Worthington gets a new account and a chance to get big bucks, Kassie gets her freedom, Mary gets to start a new life, the F. B. I. has an inside man it can trust and I get a BMW out of it and all I have to do is to keep my guts from boiling over and now and then let him suck my cock."
"Be careful Joseph I do not have to tell you that–this man is a killer. I want you to carry a weapon. As a Sgt. you will be issued a side arm. I know you know how to use it. That weapon will be too big to carry off base." The FBI agent said. "So as a little graduation gift, from me and the boys in the office, we decided to give you this.22 cal. pistol and issue you a permit to carry it. It is small enough to hide on your person. I want you to carry it and you better do some target practice with it. You can use the army firing range. I don't want to have our best agent winding up as fish bate in the Atlantic."
"Are you sure that's necessary? I can take care of myself without having to carry a gun."
"Better safe than sorry." Barns said, and as he handed him a gift-wrapped box containing a gun and box of ammunition. "What are you going to do for the rest of the weekend?"
"Bill, I am really worn out. I really think that after I call the house and let Fazzi and the family know about the test results and the arrangements I have made for them to attend my graduation-I'm just going to crash and get a good night's sleep. Maybe some of us will hit a local bar or the Enlisted Men's club to celebrate a bit, but nothing big."
"Ok relax a bit and have some fun, you have earned it. I'll head back to the office now. I have to make a full report on all of this. I think the director will be very pleased. He will also be glad to know that we were wasting our time and money trying to hook-up that other guy with Kassie. Just knowing all of the money we saved from being flushed down the toilet should make him very happy. Before you hit the bars, I suggest you take the.22 cal. down to the range and familiarize yourself with it."
"Thanks Bill, both for your help and the gift." Joseph said. "I wish I could invite you to the graduation, but with Fazzi and the family there it might not be a good idea."
"Thanks yourself and I understand. I better get going. Have fun this weekend. Good bye."
After Bill left Joseph called the family and told them the good news, leaving out the parts about his promotion and the school appointment. Kassie told him she was very proud of him and that she had filled Mary in on all that was going on. She told him that Mary was walking on air. She could not believe it. After all these years the both of them were going to be able to live their own lives. To do what they wanted-when they wanted- without having to answer to anyone but themselves. The two of them were just sad that Joseph had to pay so high a price for their happiness.
"Tell her that she should enjoy her liberty and find a good loving husband. That goes for you too, Kassie." Joseph told her. "That would make all of this worthwhile."
"I love you Yussef, habibi." Kassie said.
"And Kassie-I love you too!"
"Joseph is there any chance that you and I, one day, that we could?"
"Habibi, let's let the future take care of itself. Just be happy that both you and Mary can start to live, at last, in Freedom send an email to "JoyStick56 |AT| hotmail.com" (change |AT| to @ to write to me) writing to. If we have their email address
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The soldier's fingers slipped down to the Arab's ass and pulled the Arab firmly into his groin so that he could feel his growing hardness and whispered into his ear, "Damn it, you caught me in my first lie. When I parked my car and saw a strange car outside I knew that I could not just run in here and rape you. I had to think quickly and come up with a cover story. The best cover story is always based on some truth and even though everything I told your friends tonight is the truth-Habibi the real truth is that I wanted and needed you." He said kissing him passionately and then grabbing his hand and pulling him along up the stairs to their bedroom, he continued, "and to prove it I'm going to fuck the shit out of you all night long…"
"Let's kill him!" Hassan said.
"Who?" Asked the driver.
"The soldier, of course." Came the answer. "Fazzi is an idiot who thinks with his dick, not his brain. Something just does not ring true with that Yussef. I can't put my finger on it but there is just something that I don't like about him."
"I'm glad it is me and not you that has to make these judgments. You would have had us kill off half the population of the United States by now." Allie said shaking his head as they drove back to the City. "Did you forget, and need I remind you, that we were only sent to see what Fazzi was up to and to check out this idea of his? That is our mission. We have no authority to kill anyone. Besides from what I can see and understand of this operation it looks as if Fazzi has hit on one hell of an idea. For now, everything looks good, very good."
"Yes it does look good – too good. Are the Americans really that stupid as to allow all this money to flow through their country and to be distributed to all of our people in Hamas, Hezbollah, Al-Qaeda and all the rest of our groups, and on top of that, invite two Syrian diplomats onto an American Army base?" Hassan asked.
"They are not so much stupid-as much as they are naive. They go out of their way to try to distinguish between Good Muslims and Bad Muslims. They even help elect one of us to be Secretary General of the UN. They support Muslim countries to be members of the Security Council and then elevate Syria to chair the Human Rights Commission, whatever that is." Allie said as they crossed the bridge and headed downtown to the consulate.
"That is like putting the fox in charge of the chicken house." Hassan said.
Allie laughed as he continued, "They really believe that there is a difference between what we choose to call Freedom Fighters and they call terrorists. They think that they are separate independent groups and that they have no central command structure. Even after 9/11, they still did not think it was possible for Muslims to even conceive of such a plot, much less have the expertise to carry it out. They never had a clue that the order came from Iran and Syria, not Al Quad. Most Americans think this because they either don't know or don't wish to know. They cannot or will not conceive of a culture that considers it a duty to kill as many nonbelievers as possible even if you give up your own life in the process. They consider suicide to be a sin."
"Is it not a sin?" asked Allie.
Yes it is a sin, but this is not suicide. The strapping of explosives to your body and killing as many nonbelievers as you can is religious martyrdom, worthy of a place in paradise."
"But surely there are some that know the truth."
"Yes, there are a few who do know the truth.' Allie said. "However when they try to tell it-those in power shut them up. Even when one of our own turns into a dirty traitor and tries to tell them, they think that it is impossible and they invent all kinds of conspiracy plots. So much for this American democracy shit. The truth of the matter is that this is a war between Islam and the rest of the world. Nothing less, nothing more. And that war will go on for us as long as one infidel refuses to submit. Either we win or.. There is no "OR", no compromise, no letting down our guard. However, to get back to the present problem, for now, I suggest all we can do is to run a complete check on this Joseph Benson. I want to know him from the moment he was born till now."
"But we already did that, several months back. You remember, Fazzi, as well as that fat old pig the one that wanted to marry his daughter, asked us to run a security check on the soldier."
"I know they asked us to run one on him a few months back and he checked out OK but there must be something that we missed. Something that he is hiding, some little thing that we missed and I want to know it." Allie said. "No one is or can be that clean."
"We both know of Fazzi's taste for young men. You and I both saw his methods and the things he got away with in Lebanon. We know how he used his wife. Do you believe he would use his daughter in the same way? Do you doubt he used her to seduce the soldier?" Hassan asked smiling. Now that they are engaged, he sends her away and uses the time to bend him to his will."
"It is possible. Yeahhhhh! Now that makes a lot of sense and would be in the old Fazzi style. Yes, I'll bet my life on it." Allie said. "That must be it! It has to be it! The old fox, he is back to his old shit. He promises him his daughter, seduces him and knowing the American Army's hatred of homosexuals, he then blackmails him. I bet he even has photographs of the two of them in bed together. Who knows, that old pervert might even have made that young fool fall in love with him. Then he sends his daughter and wife away so he can have the young cock all to himself. Yeahhh, that old sly fox is up to his old tricks again.but just to be sure, you run that check on this Joseph again. See if you come up with something new. And I want the report by Wednesday."
"If I find out anything about him-we can always kidnap him, take him back to Syria and question him. Will you permit me to handle his interrogation?" Asked the smiling Arab.
"If it makes you dig deeper, I will turn him over to you and we will not have to take him to Syria. We can do it here at anyone of a dozen locations. But, it must be proven that he is not what he says he is. No falsifying the report. No testimony from questionable sources. He must be guilty beyond any shadow of a doubt, and then some."
"Why? You never required such proof before."
"This involves Fazzi Muhammad you fool. Fazzi Muhammad is a very powerful enemy to make. I swear that man is like the proverbial cat; he has nine lives and more. He has friends and relatives all the way up. He is the darling of the fundamentalist clergy and it is said that he is related to the President. It was on their orders that Fazzi was sent to the United States in order to establish this undercover route for the illegal funds we have been amassing. Do you think they would entrust anyone with all that hidden money?
All that money from the drugs, the cigarette smuggling and the other little legal and illegal enterprises we have going for ourselves over here, Soon, soon, we will soon be able to move it all out of the country. And for now it looks like he has succeeded above and beyond their fondest dreams. Once his operation gets started he will be unstoppable. He will become the new "Ayatollah", the richest and most powerful of them all. For now he is acting under the direct orders of the highest authority, and you can bet that he reports everything to them, including his affair with this Yussef, if there is an affair.
Not only would they know of it-but they probably approved it, if not suggested it themselves." Allie said, "but above all this, not one of them will ever admit to having made a mistake. They would rather kill all of us, you, me and all of our families than to admit that they were wrong. They would kill us and then later blame the whole thing on you and me. They are god or have direct information as to the will of god and god does not make errors."
"Then what's the sense of conducting the investigation?"
"Because, if I am to die, I would just like to know for my own benefit." Allie said. "I want to be sure that they are right. I hope Fazzi is clean in this because if he is not then anyone who worked with him in the past will go down and that includes you and me and our friends and family. None of us will have existed. That's the way they work it."
Even though it was late when they got back, Hassan went right to work on the report. He put his best operatives on the job. They had operatives find and talk to the soldier's parents and ex-girl friends, as well as anyone who had known him while he was growing up in Malone, New York, the small town where he was born. There was not one bit of damming evidence. They found out that his weekly visits to and with the Worthington's at their homes were always at the prodding of Fazzi. There was evidence that Joseph did not even want to associate with Worthington, but that Fazzi had insisted that he do so, because he needed the American to front for the Club.
All the proof showed that it was Fazzi and not Joseph that had insisted that the soldier form a relationship with Worthington. It appeared that the only thing the young soldier wanted-was to screw the daughter and that he would do anything in order to get her. The additional fact that Fazzi had started to teach him about Islam in hopes of converting him before the coming marriage to his daughter only frustrated their efforts and proved that it was Kassie he wanted. The only thing that caused them problems was that ability of his to pick up the Arabic language.
By Wednesday Hassan had his report ready. "NOTHING NOT A DAMN THING!" Reported Hassan. "And I really tried to dig up something. I wanted to learn something, anything. I had visions of his body hanging from a hook while I cut that white skin of his off his body, layer after layer. I saw his body twist and turn as he screamed, the blood running slowly out of him while he pleaded to confess to anything. But nothing, not a damming piece of really hard evidence, except that Fazzi has him living in a room next to his. I do not know if they share a bed. My guess is that they do. But even if they were screwing each other every night what would it prove?
Hell even when we questioned the household staff we did not get anything to confirm or even suggest anything out of the way. Most of them thought that Fazzi was just training Yussef on how to be a good Muslim and keeping an eye on him for his daughter. Making sure that when the time came for their marriage, that Yussef will willingly convert and be a good Muslim husband for his daughter. I even checked up on Kasemah."
"What were you able to get from her?"
"She is going to school and does not date. She is known to be preparing for their marriage next year. We had one of our younger operatives, a known ladies man, one who has the talent to bed many women, try to get close to her, to date her, but he was not successful. And if he could not do it, no one could. However, they did have coffee together. She told him point blank that she is engaged and will be married next year to a man that she loves very much. She is a virgin, as required by her father, and she will keep herself that way for her beloved Yussef. And then she talked for hours about how wonderful he is and how kind and on and on. Our poor operative was convinced that Joseph was one of a kind and genuine and if he himself were to swing that way, he would bed him himself. I'm sorry but that's it. Damn it the fucking guy is clean!!!"
"I know you tried hard. I guess that ends it for now. I am disappointed but at least we can say and prove that we tried. Anyway we may be able to see the inside of an American Base. Perhaps it was not a waste of time, after all."
During all this time Joseph spent his week going over some lesson plans. He worked with the teaching staff, seeing where and when his lectures could fit in. He gave practice lectures to the teaching personnel and became friendly with all of them. While some of them disagreed with some of what he was going to say, they all thought he was making some points that needed to be made and approved of the way he intended to conduct his lectures. They drank at the N. C. O. club together and even some of the officers invited him to their club. Towards the latter part of the week the students started to arrive. He was part of the interview team that paired up the students.
A lot of them were veterans of the Iraq War that had gained some knowledge of Arabic. The rest were soldiers, who like himself had shown an ability to pick up languages fast. Less and less of them turned out to be Muslim/Americans. All in all it was an exhausting week. The few evenings he was able to spend off base were spent with Fazzi, who questioned him and made suggestions as far as his lectures were concerned. The tailor had come with his patterns and fitted Joseph. He was working as fast as he could. The nights when he was not completely exhausted, Joseph continued to act out Fazzi's fantasies.
By Thursday evening, Joseph called and told Fazzi he was too tired to come the rest of the week and to please forgive him as his friend Rich was planning a belated graduation party for him in New York City.
"Can I come?" Fazzi asked. "When is it going to be?"
"I'll call and find out but it will be Friday night late as Rich will most likely be working unless he can get a replacement." Joseph said.
"This Friday and Saturday are impossible for me as I have meetings I have to attend and I can't get out of them." Hearing what he mistook for a sigh of disappointment, Fazzi said, "maybe next time. Besides you know how much I want you and I to bond with that family. I am glad to see that they have no hard feelings that you did not invite them to the graduation ceremonies. It is nice that they want to take you out to celebrate. Go, have fun now, habibi. I love you and miss you already."
"OK. But it looks as if you are happy not seeing me on the weekends." Joseph baited him. "One would think you had another lover on the side."
"You know that is not true." Fazzi said hurt. "That's not what you think is it?"
"No, just pushing your buttons." Joseph said. "I like to get you pissed off at me-it only makes you want me more."
"I could not want you any more, no matter what you do to me." He admitted, "you know how to wrap me around your cock, you know just what I want and you always give it to me. Since I met you I am the happiest man alive. I will do anything for you."
"I know you would, habibi, I love you." Joseph lied. "I wish I had the energy to mount my white charger and swoop down on your ass right now and….."
"I know dearest, but it's getting late and you must get your rest. so you just rest up and I'll see you either Sunday or Monday evening. I love you my white crusader.."
After he rung off with Fazzi he called agent Barns to fill him in on what was happening and also to tell him that Fazzi had some business meetings on over the weekend.
"Where are you calling me from?" the Agent asked.
"From a phone in the base PX. Why are you asking?" Joseph asked.
"When was the last time you did a security check on your car and the place at Fazzi's?"
"Well the car was done just this morning. As I was instructed, I do one every time I leave the car out of my sight. As for Fazzi's I did it the last time I was there. Why is something wrong?" the soldier asked in a worried tone.
"Perhaps not, but we have been getting reports from some of our other undercover agents that Syrian agents have been making inquiries about you. One of them was seen talking to Kassie in Dearborn. The agent we have assigned to protect her and Mary reported a young man taking her out for coffee and asking her questions about her relationship with you." Barns said.
"I know about that." Joseph said. "Kassie called yesterday and told me all about it. She said he was real good-looking and she was almost tempted to jump his bones I think she told me that to get me jealous. She said she told him to give her a call in a year and if she was not married by then."
