Black Ops

Avatar Author: Bob Liddil I am an author of science fiction, general fiction short stories, poetry, and non-fiction. I have been published in several genres, including fantasy and poetry, as well as non fiction. At one time I published my own c... Read Bio

I probably should feel bad about killing Hudhaifah Zakariyya Usamah. Guilt is a nonproductive emotion though. It serves no useful purpose for men like me. Assassin? That’s hardly a term I would use to describe myself. I am an expeditor. I dispatch inconvienent persons to an early reward by providing them with the martyrdom they seek as jihaddis. So it was with Hudhaifah Zakariyya Usamah.

Usamah was the only man in the village who actually wanted to see the Taliban return. He spied on the Americans, tracking their movements in our valley and reporting to our enemies. He guided them to the best places to plant their bombs. He laughed when he heard the explosions echo off the mountains.

One thousand US Dollars – that’s how much the American CIA man, Sanderson paid me to kill Usamah. I would have done for free. He was an evil man. Koran says, “do not kill,” but a thousand dollars will feed my family in exile in Kabul. It will only cost a hundred to bribe the city Taliban to leave us alone.

Fair trade.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Took me a bit, cause at the end of the first paragraph I thought your narrator was a recruiter for suicide bombers. My misread on that though. I thought this worked really well in terms of showing the mix of motivations going on in what is essentially pretty dark work—monetary, religious, indignation, family. Nicely done.

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