Several miles down the road, Azriel looked in his rearview mirror to see that the only vehicle following him was a blue car, which was being followed by a red one. A good two meters in front of him, there was an old, grey pick-up truck. There was no tarp over the bed this time, thank God, and he could just barely make out something orange. There were no signs of the men from earlier. This made him relax a little more. He felt like he was the luckiest son of a bitch in the world at that moment.<br/><br/>He licked his lips and found that they were a bit dry. He reached for the water bottle he’d picked up at a stop along the way, resting in the cup holder. It had been untouched since he had gotten it and was warmer now but, that didn’t really matter to him, water was water. A small sip was all he needed to hold him over. It was hot out even with the windows all the way down. The air conditioning worked just fine, but he preferred driving with the windows down. It was a lot more relaxing that way.<br/><br/>Cutting through the city was the quickest way to get to Mount Qasioun. At least, that was what the GPS was telling him. At a light, quickly pulled up the map and saw two possible routes he could go. He didn’t always trust the word of a GPS; they weren’t always reliable. But he didn’t see a reason to argue with it here. It was just for future reference, in case he ever had to come up this way again. He had a schedule to keep and didn’t have the time to go sightseeing. It was for the best, he thought. This place made him uncomfortable.<br/><br/>Azriel was turning off of Moaaz Ben Jabal as instructed by the GPS before long. Having been travelling for the past two days, only stopping to eat, sleep, and occasionally take a piss, he felt relieved to finally be here. He allowed himself to relax a bit more, and just enjoy the landscape rather than constantly looking over his shoulder. It was a nice change of pace, as that had become rather exhausting.<br/><br/>He found a parking lot somewhere near the summit and pulled into it. Taking in a deep breath, he took a sip of the water bottle, stepped out of the Land Rover, stretched, and took in the view. He had chosen this location because it was possible to see nearly all of Damascus from here. It was the perfect place to take photographs, and really get a feel for all the other great locations from which to take photos as well. It almost made him forget that there was a war going on, it was quite relaxing, if he was honest.<br/><br/>Little did he know, that relaxation was about to be shattered.<br/><br/>Not long after, Azriel was finally face to face with the man who was his contact. He didn’t have a picture to go on, like he did Pinar, but he could tell by the way the man carried himself. All Soldiers seemed to have this air about them.<br/><br/>“I assume you must be Farid? We spoke on the phone. My name is Malik Topçu.” He began calmly, casually, like two business partners meeting each other to discuss something work-related. Straightening a bit, he held his hand out for a handshake. “I am honored that you… have taken time out of your busy schedule to speak with me.”  He was trying his best to sound as enthusiastic as possible, though he wasn’t in the mood to even attempt to appear energetic. Eager, on the other hand, was not an issue. He was certainly eager above all else.<br/><br/>The tone of business shifted and he turned to the scenery. “I like this view,” he said. “I could take a lot of good shots.” He grinned faintly when he spoke the last bit.