"We can do that, Qadir. I'll get in contact with you when needs be. But let us enjoy these pipes now, and talk business back at my compound." Sadiq said, taking another inhalation, as he looked over to Thom, or Hussain, his eyes already a little red. Thom knew that Sadiq had smoked far, far more than him, and kush in these parts was seriously strong. Even Thom had laid off it, and while getting stoned on a mission wasn't perhaps the best way to keep your reflexes, he had his eye on the goal. Besides, he knew that Lancaster, the extraordinaire of a person, would have this one in the bag. As he came back with the coffee, Sadiq looked to Thom again, after hitting the long pipe again. "Hassam is a paranoid man. You must understand that. He things people are coming to get him. CIA people. Bad, bad people." He said, as Thom nodded. "I don't blame him, he is a very strong leader of the holy." Thom said, as Sadiq nodded. "Indeed. Anyway, just keep that in mind. Don't insult him. Or else he will have your head. I have seen him literally behead a traitor and two American journalists, the man is a very holy man indeed, but he does not forgive people who work against him." Sadiq added, Thom acutely aware of the video that this had happened on. There were few times where you browsed YouTube and prayed that you would rather see a Justin Bieber music video than the rest of the head-taking, though Thom did know that one was definitely decapitating any sense of the music industry anyway. None the less, the guy was fiery, and it would be interesting to see it in the flesh. --- Martin watched the feed from Liberty, on the banks of screens, with the drone and Liberty's view visible. "Well then, I guess carry on. Sierra has people like you with good reason." Martin spoke, as he observed Hassam, heading through the Bazaar, now being tracked. This was the person they were going for, that was absolutely certain. Martin could see that he was headed towards the northern end of the bazaar, right towards the hashish bar, and that if Lancaster had done as well as they had, they had gotten him to there. That proved to be correct, as Hassam and his entourage turned the corner out of the packed bazaar, the hashish bar on the second floor, with a set of stairs going up into the building. It was packed tightly in and amongst a whole set of terraced buildings, made out of varying building materials. Some sandstone, some clay and mud-built, all likely to fail building inspections. "Liberty, we've got a confirmed sight that he's coming into the hashish bar, second floor. Entourage is following in. Prepare a breach, but hold until the word." Martin said, smirking. "I do love it when you just thread everything together. They're all competent enough to get the job done. So now, you just need to watch a whole bunch of terrorists get floored." Martin said, chuckling, as he finished his glass, looking to Drevan. "I'll get you a glass." He said, heading out the room, his headset still on. --- Hassam entered inside, looking around, before looking at Sadiq. He had a scowl on his face, as he spoke to Sadiq in Arabic, not Pashto. Thom listened patiently, his Arabic so-so, but being able to discern the conversation. "Sadiq, remember, I do not like time wasters. Don't drag me down for a group of smugglers. They better be worth what you say." He said, as Sadiq nodded, a little shy in the way he was. "I understand, Boss. May Allah be merciful to all." Sadiq said, weakly back in Arabic, as the intimidating Taliban leader took a seat on the carpet, where Sadiq had been sitting. He changed to his Pashto, looking at both agents. "So, Sadiq says you are reliable men. I don't trust stoned traders. You will say anything for money, not Allah." He said, looking at them. "But, I digress. The Americans are far worse in this front. You will recieve any payment from me after you cross with what I give you to deliever. You do not check what it is, or question it. And you only answer to Sadiq personally from now on. You want to go to the Mosque, you go with Sadiq. I do not like rats. So you either turn now, or you follow me and help create the Kingdom of Allah." He said, sternly, as Thom nodded. "I understand your wisdom, and I understand this. We can abide by this." He said, as Hassam looked. "You aren't saying that because you're stoned. If you are, then please, I will have you hung by the very linen you sell." "Of course not. I wish to serve. We will do exactly as you say, if it is true." "Do not question me, brother. You are on a very slippery slope. Watch your tongue, before I feed it to the very mountain goats that your kind can belong with. Enshallah, Sadiq. You find idiots these days." Hassam said, bitter in his wording, as Thom knew that this was a very dangerous man indeed sitting opposite- easily enraged, it appeared, for a tiny comment that wouldn't have set anybody sane off. This man was clearly paranoid, and hard to get to. "They're good men, Hassam. Give them a chance. They're not here to kill you." Sadiq supportively said, as Hassam sighed. "Well, there's enough already trying, my paranoia is justified. But fine. Pass me the pipe. Also, I need a drink." He said back to Sadiq, looking over at Lancaster. "Is the coffee good here? I haven't had the chance to ask." Hassam asked, as Thom adjusted his hand slowly, the tattered old Timex on his wrist being something that had a little more than a chronograph inside. It looked like it would fit on a trader, being of the right kind of watch. Turning the small screw on the side, he felt a slight click against his wrist, as he looked to Lancaster. His left wrist sat on his left knee, poking in the right direction to strike Sadiq straight in the area around his neck. A tiny Cyanide-tipped poison dart was loaded in the watch's mechanism, and while Sadiq was a target of opportunity, he was expendable as far as Lancaster and Cavalier had agreed. The dart had enough propulsion to go about 5m, and it would likely spike through Sadiq's neck, coming out the other side and leaving a long trail of poison in his blood- that would instantly be pumped to his heart and brain, hitting smaller veins and arteries. He wasn't major enough a fish to fry out, but Hassam, oh, he was. Thom knew that Lancaster had Hassam covered, and in whatever way he planned it, Thom knew that once he was out cold, they'd have him out of here in no time at all, as the Taliban leader sat down. The men didn't smoke in the background- they watched the door, they watched outside, and looked stern. There was a good number of them, but that never meant that Liberty would have a problem. "It isn't bad." --- Martin could continue hearing this, aware that soon, it was going to be very dangerous indeed for everyone involved. If Liberty was ready, he knew that as soon as Lancaster or Cavalier gave the word that this would be on, as he walked back in, the bottle in hand as well as two glasses in his fingers. He placed it down on a desk behind Drevan, away from the computers, as he poured the scotch in. "Well, his psychological profile does check out. Drevan, keep a watch, see if there's any particular groups lingering around the front. And do something creative with them that doesn't involve the drone's hellfires, if you get my gist." Martin added, as he continued listening to the events inside. "Cavalier, Lancaster, let's take him alive then. On the word, and when Liberty sounds it, you make the move." Martin said coldly across the comms, watching the drone's feed of the building, the mics all coming when Martin selectively went through the list. This would be a situation that very, very soon, was going to explode. He let his team have a fairly free method of getting the job done, so long as it was. And at that moment, inside the hashish bar, Martin could tell that one very paranoid Taliban leader was about to get ripe for the taking.