Status Updates From Think Fast or Die

Sarya entered through detectors, carrying a light bag of personal effects. She passed the staff, completed the checks, and vanished through the gates. If anyone deserved freedom, Sarya and her sister were perfect candidates. A new life awaited both women, worlds apart from the desert and fighting terrorists. A positive environment could comprise their future if they remain separated from their past.

Rick nodded, and the car went quiet as they both digested this revelation.
"It means only one thing." She turned as her jaw clenched.
Rick gazed into the dusky street.
"Brown is Mullenger's killer," they both said in unison.

Another moment in downtown Damascus.
Onlookers scrambled from every direction to see the commotion. Rick slunk off as people invented conspiracy tales of what just happened.

Thirty minutes later, Rick stood at the Syrian's house. At the third knock, Assir waddled to the front.
"Here's your money."
The Syrian had just enough energy to wave Rick goodbye.
Rick scurried for the car as the hulk staggered and disappeared into darkened shadows.

In the dust bowl, Rick scrambled away from the slave hall. An orange afternoon light transformed Al-Dimas, as the day matured.
Rick cleared the street and searched for his car.