Ali Lands in Paris
ALI WAS A MAN ON A MISSION and his love for his country and the organization was the motivation behind it. Nothing could stop him or delay him from getting rid of the enemies of Islam and God. He had already lost too much to the enemies of the nation and he could not afford to lose any more.
The next day, after his tasks in Dubai, he landed in the beautiful city of Paris. It was early morning when he walked out of the airport and hailed a cab that would take him straight to the export house, which was located in the heart of the city.
When he reached his destination, it was still very early—the start of normal office hours was still two hours away—so he wasn’t surprised to see through the windows that there were only three people moving around inside the one-story building.
Cautiously, he placed his hand on the front door and pushed. The door opened silently into a hallway that seemed to reach nearly to the back of the building. He stepped through the doorway but held his hand behind him and against the door to make sure it closed as slowly and silently as it had opened. He watched the hallway and he listened carefully for any voices or footsteps that would indicate someone was coming toward the hallway. After several seconds, Ali started walking down the hallway. He stopped and looked at the door on his left and read the nameplate on it. It was not the name on his list. He continued walking and stopped at a second door on the opposite side of the hallway. The nameplate read, STORAGE. Ali continued walking; he had no business with storage today.
When he came to the third door, on the same side of the hallway as the first door, he heard a man’s voice singing. Ali recognized the song as a traditional French folk song but couldn’t recall the name. He read the nameplate affixed to the door. It matched the name on his list. His target was inside.