<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://bringatrailer.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/1998_Land_Rover_Discovery_Mercedes_Diesel_Turbo_Engine_For_Sale_resize.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #8080FF">2 May 2015, Icel, Turkey</span></span></span></span><br/>Pinar dressed in a fashion she found conservative, but was not by traditional Turkish standards. Her gray skirt stopped just above the knees and white blouse buttoned to her throat. A small brooch fastened to a half inch strip of black silk ribbon wrapped around her throat under the collar. Over the blouse, she wore a maroon vest decorated with a paisley pattern. She could never grow fingernails, they were never a concern for the young Maronite Christian. Her blue eyes in a way gave away her ethnicity as a Maronite. Very few Muslims exhibited this racial trait. She had been told on several occasions her blue eyes were her most alluring feature; one that captivated men. But men were rarely on Pinar's mind. She had no time for such lavish trivialities. Working for<span style="font-style: italic">the cause</span>was her focus. Performing tasks sent to her by Zachariah personally or by one of his agents, was her mission. Pinar was a focused young woman who did not allow distractions to get in her way.<br/><br/>She trained in a local dojo for many years in her home city, Gaziantep. She grew up in the eastern city with her parents and six siblings. Her father drove a truck, mother cared for the house and children. She was afforded the opportunity to train in the Turkish form of Martial arts, similar to Chinese Gung fū or what the Americans referred to as Kenpo Karate. There were slight derivations in the form, but the ability to move with fluid grace while attacking, translated perfectly. Twenty years of training left Pinar with a confidence unrivaled by most women her age. It provided her with conditioning, discipline, focus and a tenacious fighting spirit. She was not someone to be crossed.<br/><br/>Pinar picked up the keys to the green Mercedes Benz powered 1998 Land rover with a diesel engine at the local car rental shop. The contract agreement was with Osmond Hannah. Instructions for the truck were provided by the Chief Operations Officer himself. She was to meet a Mr. Malik Topçu this evening at the ferry embarkation point around 1900 hours. She should take the gentleman, who happened to be a photo journalist from Bursa, back to the hotel where she worked, give him the keys to the car, give him a meal and show him a good time. She should give off the impression that they are old friends reunited after several years of separation. She would also travel with him to the Syrian border the next day to insure he made it there free from difficulties. She would then find her own way back to Icel.<br/><br/>"Oh shoot!" Pinar mumbled after checking the fuel gauge. "This thing may need benzine." She drove it to the local gas station, pulled up to the pump, stepped out of the vehicle, opened the fuel door and removed the cap. She was about to insert the<span style="font-style: italic">Unleaded</span>fuel pump into the hole when an elderly gentleman interrupted her.<br/><br/>"Stop!!" The older man yelled at Pinar.<br/><br/>Initially, Pinar was stunned by this stranger's behavior, staring at him.<br/><br/>"Miss, your truck requires diesel," the man spoke pointing at the word tacked onto the rear of the vehicle. He stepped forward and removed the pump nozzle from her hands. He replaced it on the cradle and pointed at the diesel pump at the very end of the island.<br/><br/>"Oh my," Pinar was embarrassed. She smiled, blushing. " I am so embarrassed," She smiled placing a hand to her face, covering her mouth. "Thank you very much, sir. The truck is a rental. I did not notice the diesel signs. I am in debt to you sir."<br/><br/>"Think nothing of it, miss," the senior citizen smiled at the attractive woman. He looked at her for several seconds then spoke, "You have very beautiful eyes. Try to keep them out of trouble." With that, he walked inside the store.<br/><br/>Pinar pulled the vehicle to the diesel pump and filled the tank. When this was complete, she drove to the ferry port and found a parking spot. She exited the Land rover, locked the door and walked inside. The crime rate in this part of the country was almost non-existent. Securing a vehicle was a habit her father got her into a long time ago. Most people left their cars unlocked with the keys in the ignition. No one would dare steal someone else's car in this area of the nation. It was unheard of. Pinar was not one to take chances.<br/><br/>When she entered the building, she removed her sunglasses, placed them in her purse and found  a kiosk selling newspapers. She picked up a copy of the<span style="font-style: italic">Today's Zaman</span>. The newspaper would help to identify her as Mr. Topçu's contact. Retrieving a pack of chewing gum from her hand bag and a piece from the confines of its wrapper, Pinar inserted the stick between her lips and began chewing. Then she pulled out her Android phone to see the time. It was 1830 hours. She had a half hour to wait. She got comfortable. Well, as comfortable as an intelligence agent for the Soldiers of Christ could allow herself to be. She waited and watched.