PART IV – Babylon Will Rise
Dukan Lake & Camp Unity, Iraq
Two black Mercedes SUV’s pulled up to the chain-link fence. No Trespassing signs peppered the slightly rusty barrier every few feet in Arabic.
Sam looked to Troy, “You sure we’re at the right place?”
Troy nodded, “GPS, don’t lie,” he said as he touched the digital screen on the dashboard with his index finger.
“But there’s nothing here,” she said.
“You’ve just described most of this Godforsaken country in four words,” retorted Troy with a smirk.