Bashir was becoming restless. He had been laying low with Ahmed and his men for some days now. He knew they didn't fully trust him, especially now that those two idiots had exposed the second hideout. Time was running out, and the more he was out here, like a dog with its tail between its legs, the more he fell out of favour with the Leader, and the more respect he lost.
What amazed Bashir most was that Ahmed had a crew of just two men, including himself. He wondered how three men had been doing all what they had been hearing. Their name was mentioned with respect and people felt they were an army. Bashir also marvelled at how meticulous they were, all the things they had set up and maintained. The hideouts, the well planned missions, and above all, managing to stay anonymous. He secretly
