opposite reaction. With a surge of pride he exclaimed, "Praise be to
God," and fell to his knees on the rear litter. This was a leader he
would follow anywhere.
The others did not share Jamal's joy. They considered themselves
professionals, and overkill was not businesslike. However, they merely
glanced at each other and kept silent. Squabbling with Ramirez served
no purpose.
"We were only going to take out their tracking capability," Salim said
again, his anger growing.
"It's time you understood something." Ramirez handed his headset to the
Israeli, Dore Peretz, and stepped up from the weapons station, his
voice sounding above the roar of the engines. "I am in charge of this
operation. If I think an action is necessary, I will take it. Does
anyone here want to disagree?"
The question was answered with silence. He had just killed dozens of
men. They all knew one more would hardly matter.