What should have been a twenty-minute drive to Manama took almost an hour as their drivers had to take so many back roads to avoid the riots.  Several times, they almost got caught by an approaching crowd only to speed away just as flying rocks and the occasional gunshot was sent their way.  After detouring around the highway several times, Bill instructed the two drivers to just jump the curb and take side streets the rest of the way to the next target building.

From the passenger seat, Bill leaned back and showed them an overhead satellite picture of their target.  The location was from the latest cell phone lock reported from Nerve; the map was simple commercial imagery.

“This is the next target,” Bill told them.  “Wa’ad.”

The old school leftist political group still around from during the 1980’s.

“We will pull up on the target street this time and head right down to the front door, situation dependent of course.”

Deckard took one look at the objective area as Zach drove over a dead body laying in the street.

“There is a clear egress route out the back heading down the street to the west,” Deckard pointed out.  “I’ll cut off the escape route.”

“Fine.  Take Zach with you.”