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Operation Countdown: Part 5 – Firewater
Sprague appeared on their cistrons.
“Last Friday a Baghdad liquor store was completely destroyed by a RPG attack. This makes three liquor stores on three Fridays.”
“So?” asked Caprice sullenly. He didn’t like Sprague much.
“Baghdad is one of the only Muslim countries that allow alcohol, much to the dismay of traditional Muslims who disdain the drinking of alcohol. Friday is a day when most Muslim businesses close and is intended for quiet contemplation of Allah, not unlike Sunday in the Western world. Friday is also the day those who want to have a little party on the weekend like to buy their hooch.”
“And someone is letting these local entrepreneurs know their capitalist spirit is not appreciated, huh?” asked Hammer.
Sprague nodded. “The results of these attacks are that more and more of these shops are indeed closing on Friday. However, the Agency thinks these attacks are an entrance onto the main stage by a new player in the global terror show. We need you to capture some of these attackers for interrogation.”
Sprague’s whitish-blonde head winked out and was replaced by a map of their current location. Data streamed afterward.
“This is the place.” Hammer looked the street up and down. They were all wearing traditional Iraqi garb.
“Doesn’t look like much,” said Archive.
“Why don’t you have a coffee over there.” Hammer pointed at the al-Jamoun coffee house across the street.
Archive wrinkled his nose. “Not fond of Iraq coffee.”
Hammer ignored him. “Hotpants, you take a sniper position up on the roof. If anybody’s going to hit this place, I’ll need you to be my eyes and ears when it goes down. I’ll get the civilians out of there--”
Caprice blinked. “Why? I thought our mission was to take these terrorists out. If we start trying to evacuate civilians we might warn them.”
“They wouldn’t stay open on a Friday anyway,” said Hammer.
Caprice shrugged. “Hey, I’m just trying to think about how to pull this off successfully after the last debacle.”
“And I’m just trying to be a human being,” said Hammer.
“And what are you going to do?” asked Archive.
Hammer jangled a pouch full of Dinars. “I’m going to buy me a liquor store.”
Sprague appeared on their cistrons.
“Last Friday a Baghdad liquor store was completely destroyed by a RPG attack. This makes three liquor stores on three Fridays.”
“So?” asked Caprice sullenly. He didn’t like Sprague much.
“Baghdad is one of the only Muslim countries that allow alcohol, much to the dismay of traditional Muslims who disdain the drinking of alcohol. Friday is a day when most Muslim businesses close and is intended for quiet contemplation of Allah, not unlike Sunday in the Western world. Friday is also the day those who want to have a little party on the weekend like to buy their hooch.”
“And someone is letting these local entrepreneurs know their capitalist spirit is not appreciated, huh?” asked Hammer.
Sprague nodded. “The results of these attacks are that more and more of these shops are indeed closing on Friday. However, the Agency thinks these attacks are an entrance onto the main stage by a new player in the global terror show. We need you to capture some of these attackers for interrogation.”
Sprague’s whitish-blonde head winked out and was replaced by a map of their current location. Data streamed afterward.
“This is the place.” Hammer looked the street up and down. They were all wearing traditional Iraqi garb.
“Doesn’t look like much,” said Archive.
“Why don’t you have a coffee over there.” Hammer pointed at the al-Jamoun coffee house across the street.
Archive wrinkled his nose. “Not fond of Iraq coffee.”
Hammer ignored him. “Hotpants, you take a sniper position up on the roof. If anybody’s going to hit this place, I’ll need you to be my eyes and ears when it goes down. I’ll get the civilians out of there--”
Caprice blinked. “Why? I thought our mission was to take these terrorists out. If we start trying to evacuate civilians we might warn them.”
“They wouldn’t stay open on a Friday anyway,” said Hammer.
Caprice shrugged. “Hey, I’m just trying to think about how to pull this off successfully after the last debacle.”
“And I’m just trying to be a human being,” said Hammer.
“And what are you going to do?” asked Archive.
Hammer jangled a pouch full of Dinars. “I’m going to buy me a liquor store.”