"Pad perimeter secure," Jamal Khan, Salim's intense younger brother
said in Farsi, his voice matter-of-fact. He'd just wasted some
stranger; no big deal. Then he slipped the Uzi's strap over his
shoulder and turned back. Come to think of it, this was the thirteenth
man he d killed with an Uzi. Maybe the number would be lucky. . . .
Ramirez looked out over the facility, confident. Posing as an
electronics supplier, he had fully reconnoitered the site two months
earlier, meticulously memorizing the location of everything they
needed. Once again he reflected on how fortuitous its geometry was. The
facility was made to be penetrated from the air.