44 The Russians Gambit: Part 20 (1/2)

”Why? Is your persuasion skill isn't enough?” Lizbeth crossed her hands as Abdul picked up his helmet. He wiped the helmet with his hands to clean it from the sand.

The person that was renting the horse looked disturbed. Either he didn't trust foreigners or he just didn't want to give his horse to them. The latter option seemed to be the option that made the most sense. Abdul was putting his hand on the trigger of his AK. He really wanted to shoot that insurgent sympathizer. If he did that, it would be a bad idea since the street was full of US soldiers.

They need a plan. Fast. They couldn't spend too long in Qaim or Amar's spy would warn him about the two people that were going to attack him. Lizeth had a good idea, maybe she could use her newfound ability as a woman, but in a country like Iraq, it was a terrible idea. So scrap that idea. Another idea was involving the person to go to an empty alleyway.

Lizeth poked Abdul's back. She whispered on his ears, ”Abdul, could you make this person go to the alleyway over there,” she said as she pointed her finger at an alleyway around the corner of the building.

Abdul scratched his head while smiling, ”Sure, don't worry. I will do that,” he came to that person again and debated in Arabic as Lizeth walked away from that spot. She went to that alleyway and searched for a hiding place.

That alleyway was a dead-end. The only hiding place was a dumpster, an empty barrel of oil, or a cardboard box. Of course, as a smart person, she chose the cardboard box. She went hiding under that cardboard box as she waited for Abdul to bring that person to that alleyway.

Shortly after, she heard the footsteps of two people walking in her direction. Of course, there was a sound of Abdul. Abdul was cursing in Arabic as that person was pinned down on the alleyway because Abdul kept pushing him to the alley.

That person kept walking backward until he walked passed the cardboard box. Lizeth ambushed him by pulling his legs to make him fell to the ground and choked him with her baton, ”Phew,” she retracted the baton and put it back on her pocket.

”Let's just hide it in the dumpster,” Abdul said as he carried the body and hid it inside the dumpster. The dumpster smelled funny. Bodies. There were other visitors before him. He closed that dumpster and hope for the best. They looked around and glad that none of the soldiers noticed them.

They walked outside that alley and approached the horse that they were going to ride. Abdul asked her, ”Habibti, you can right a horse right?”

”Mmmm, no,” Lizeth answered.

”Get on the back then,” Abdul helped her to get on the back of that horse. Lizeth got on the back of the horse and Abdul whipped the horse. The horse ran away from Qaim before the police or the US soldier asked them for an explanation.