position in the U.N. as a platform to voice her opposition to our

movement and turn world opinion against me. Abu Haniid, however, would

have slammed the door in my face if she'd been openly assassinated-the

reason why I counted on you, Suleiman, to remove her with an

unquestionable accident.  Regrettably, you failed.  You managed to kill

everyone on board the aircraft except Kamil."

The last words fell like a hammer.  Ammar's outward calm disintegrated.

He looked up at Yazid in blank confusion.

"She lives?"

Yazid's eyes went cold.  "The news broke in Washington less than one

hour ago.  The plane crashed in Greenland. Every U.N. passenger except

Kamil and all but two of the crew were found dead from poison."

"Poison?" Ammar murmured skeptically.

"Our paid sources in the American news media have confirmed the report.

What were you thinking of, Suleiman?   You assured me the plane was

supposed to vanish in the sea."

"Do they say how it reached Greenland?"

"A flight steward discovered the bodies of the flight crew. With help

from a Mexican delegate, he took over the controls and managed to

crash-land in a fjord on the coast.  Kamil might have died from

exposure, cutting you off the hook, but an American naval vessel

happened to be crusing nearby. They responded almost immediately and

saved her life."

Ammar was stunned.  He was not used to failure.  He could not imagine

how his exactingly conceived plan had gone so far off track.  He closed

his eyes, seeing the plane clear the summit of the glacier.  Almost

instantly he gleaned the imponderables, focusing on a piece of the

puzzle that didn't fit.

Yazid stood qtuetly for a few moments, then broke Ammar's concentration.

"You realize, of course, I will be accused of this mess."

"There is no evidence tying me to the disaster or me to you," Ammar said

firmly.

"Perhaps, but call it guilt by motive.  Speculation and rumor will

convict me in the Western news media.  I should have you executed.  "

Ammar wiped his mind clear and shrugged indifferently. "That would be a

sad waste.  I'm still the best eliminator in the Middle East."

"And the highest paid."

"I'm not in the habit of charging for unfinished projects."

"I would hope not," said Yazid acidly.  He abruptly spun and walked

toward the hanging carpet.  He reached out and pulled it back with his

left hand, paused and turned back to Ammar. "I must prepare my mind for

prayer.  You may go, Suleiman Aziz Ammar."

"And Hala Kaniil?   The job is unfinished."

"I am turning her removal over to Muhammad Ismail."

"Ismail," Ammar grunted.  "The man is a cretin."

"He can be trusted."

"for what, cleaning sewers?"

Yazid's hard, cold eyes stared at Ammar menacingly. "Kamil is no longer

your concern.  Remain here in Egypt near my side.  My faithful advisers

and I have another project to advance our cause.  You will have an

opportunity to redeem yourself in the eyes of Allah."