The technical swerved as it entered the Old Mogadishu area. Malaa`ig Mogadishu's center of power. In this area Abdelahi was the king and untouchable. Even Shaydaan Mogadishu would not dare to come there.
Andalas fixed his face cover. He was in a very dangerous area. Once it was discovered he wasn't one of them, no one could save him.
Abdelahi got out of the car while swearing. It was unusual for Shaydaan Mogadishu to be that daring. They had great respect for Abdelahi. To be precise, they were terrified of him.
Abdelahi had no idea that Shaydaan Mogadhisu's had the courage because of their alliance with the One World Consortium. So there was no reason for them to be afraid of Abdelahi and Malaa`ig Mogadishu anymore. They were backed by a giant which was ready to devour anyone.
Andalas assessed the whole area. Malaa`ig Mogadishu's headquarters was a large and sturdy old building. There were armed guards on every corner. It would be difficult to escape from this place unharmed or alive.
He had to refrain from acting rashly. The most important thing was to know the Executor's exact location.
The X-One in his pocket vibrated. It must be important news from Cecilia or Akiko. But he couldn't open it and run the risk of revealing his cover.
Abdelahi reappeared from inside the house. Still flushed with anger. Beside him a tall, skinny caucasian man with glasses with a calm face. Andalas's face changed. The Executor is here!
Andalas just about to cock the AK 47 in his hand, but he stopped. It would be the most ridiculous way to die.
Andalas approached Abdelahi and the Executor, and positioned himself as a very obedient member of the troop on patrol to protect them.
"This is crazy! I can't believe they are dare to attack so openly in public. Fucking animals!" Abdelahi was furious.
"They have the courage because the One World Consortium is behind them," the Executor responded casually.
"Why don't we join the OWC, sir?" Abdelahi looked at the person who was a master in instigating a war in front of him.
"Of course not! We are better than them. You should know, their strength is not even half of the Organization. Even though they seem to be everywhere in a large number." The Executor stared back. Abdelahi felt a chill at the back of his neck. The man's influence was extraordinary.
How powerful the people who control the Organization behind him was unknown.
"So what's our next plan sir? Anything specific or just the normal things we do?"
The Executor was looking around the courtyard. Malaa`ig Mogadishu troops were patrolling everywhere. Something caught his eyes, but he didn't know if it was bad or not. Abdelahi had many men and well-trained. But not too disciplined.
"You keep on doing what you've been doing. Hijack big ships and ask for the highest ransom. Don't kill anyone unless it's absolutely necessary."
The Executor saw Abdelahi's man on duty in the corner of the terrace, motionless, staring warily at the street. Hmm, he does have one or two guys that have good military skill. Not just mindless.
"We just keep fucking the peninsula. It's simple right? And you like it a lot I guess."
Abdelahi laughed out loud. Fucking was his middle name.
"Where are you going after this, sir? Is there anything I can help you with while you're here?"
"Tomorrow I have to fly to Qandahar. I need to do something there. After that I have to go to Colombia." The Executor sensed that there was something odd around him. He couldn't put his finger on it. But his hunch told him it was something bad.
Abdelahi trailed behind the Executor as the Organization's right-hand man entered the house. Andalas aimed the chip shooter from his watch. After that he slipped away through a small door on the side of the house that had direct access to the street and was guarded by four men.
Andalas waved lightly and said he needed to get something Abdelahi told him to do. The 4 guards didn't pay any attention and just kept talking to each other.
Outside, Andalas saw a bicycle lying. Andalas quickly grabbed the bike and pedaled away from Malaa`ig Mogadishu's headquarters. He sensed that the Executor starting to suspect him. Ah, I was too careless.
Andalas left the bike again and hailed a passing taxi. "Airport," he said to the driver. I'll have to head to Qandahar so I can spy on him from the airport tomorrow. The Executor had no problem traveling because his Gulf Stream jet was always available. If he leaves tomorrow, I have to go today.
Andalas remembered the X-One which he had not opened. It was from Cecilia.
Andalas, meet us in Reykjavik. We need to discuss our tasks.
He sent "OK" and frowned. Why not just sent the task directly through X-One? Why he had to fly thousands of miles for information that could be delivered instantaneously?
Andalas remembered something. He checked the X-One again. Ah it was from Akiko.
But why did she use Cecilia's name?
The man who rarely smiled widened the corners of his mouth, thinly.
Luckily he knew which route he needed to take to follow the Executor. Qandahar and Colombia. Even if he changed his route, Andalas would still be able to follow the Executor's movements from now on.
Andalas opened his device and clicked on an app and saw a small unmoving red dot in Old Mogadishu.