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THE
MADMEN
OF
BENGHAZI
Grard de Villiers
Translated from the French by William Rodarmor
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Ibrahim al-Senussi was stark naked when he stepped out
of the shower, and he stopped dead at his bedroom door. Cynthia was sitting on the edge of the big bed, making a call on her
cell phone. That wasnt sexy in itself, but between the lapels of
the young womans Chanel suit
his birthday present to
herhe could see her nipples straining against the raw-silk
blouse.
Cynthias shapely legs were bare from her upper thigh to her
tawny, very high-heeled boots. The length of her skirt had once
been quite properuntil she had the hem raised.
Al-Senussi felt the blood rushing to his crotch.
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She didnt seem standoffish, either. When al-Senussi smilingly approached, shed been happy to chat. And he didnt have
too much trouble persuading her to have dinner with him at
Annabels, one of the few places in London that still served
decent caviar. Between glasses of champagne, they took a spin
on the small dance floor.
Al-Senussi wanted to pull her close, but Cynthia modestly
kept her distance. Still, her almond-shaped eyes hardly looked
shy. He forced himself to be patient, figuring she might not like
public displays of affection.
For the Libyan, disappointment came at midnight.
I have to go home, Cynthia said with an apologetic smile.
Im getting up at seven tomorrow.
But why? he stammered.
Im working. I have a shoot for Vogue at eight thirty in the
morning.
A top fashion model, Cynthia Mulligan had a job that
involved tricky schedules and lots of travel.
Feeling aggrieved, al-Senussi took her back to her apartment
on Mulberry Walk in Chelsea. They parted with a kiss that was
almost chaste, though it let him taste Cynthias lips and feverishly brush one of her full breasts.
Alas, after that semi-exquisite evening, he didnt see her
again for another two months. And not for want of trying.
He invited her to Monte Carlo for the Rose Ball; to Marbella for a dream weekend on a friends boathe would
fetch her by helicopter from Mlaga Airport, he said, and fly
her directly to a two-hundred-foot yacht moored at Puerto
Bans; to Venice for a private tour of Franois Pinaults collection; to Paris and an ultra-luxurious suite at the Four Seasons.
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Each time, Cynthia turned him down for the same reason:
her work.
And then one day when they were having a drink at the
Dorchester, she mentioned that her birthday was coming up.
He seized the opportunity to ask her out, half threatening, half
pleading.
Miraculously, the cover girl agreed: for dinner, again at
Annabels.
On the day, al-Senussi had a three-thousand-pound Chanel
suit delivered to herwhen youre in love, you dont pinch pennies. But when he came to pick her up, he felt a pang of disappointment: she wasnt wearing the suit. Instead she had on the
dress shed worn when they first met, but she had now put on
black stockingsa look that always set his pulse racing.
The dinner went off without a hitch. When it was over, al-
Senussi said:
I have champagne and a birthday cake waiting at my place.
Heart pounding, he expected to be rebuffed. Instead, she
smiled and said:
That sounds nice.
With Cynthia, al-Senussi always felt he was walking on eggshells, and by the time his Bentley pulled up at his Belgravia
house, he was practically having a heart attack. As they entered
the apartment she asked for a glass of water, and he ran to the
kitchen to get it. When he came back, the young woman had lit
the three candles arranged on the table.
He brought out a bottle of Roederer Cristal and popped the
cork.
They drank a toast.
Happy birthday, darling, he murmured.
Their lips met and he slipped his arm firmly around Cyn5
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It was five p.m. as the last passengers for Cairo filed aboard British Airways Flight 132. The Boeing 777 was nearly full except in
first class, which Cynthia Mulligan and Ibrahim al-Senussi had
to themselves.
Takeoff from Heathrow was scheduled for 5:15, and the
doors were closing.
Who were those people who took us to the airport? asked
Cynthia when they were seated. And how did they get us
through immigration and customs ahead of everyone?
Theyre police officers, said al-Senussi. My protection
detail. With whats happening in Libya, Ive become someonean important person.
What about the man in charge? You know, the one who
looked like he was modeling for Burberry?
Al-Senussi mumbled something about a chief inspector, and
Cynthia seemed satisfied.
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In fact, the man in the well-cut trench coat was with neither
Burberry nor the police. Scott Ridley was the MI6 officer who
had first suggested a new future for the Libyan prince.
The 777 pulled back from the Jetway and headed for the tarmac. A few moments later, as the plane prepared for takeoff, a
cabin attendant made an announcement:
Our next stop will be Cairo, where we are due to arrive at 10:55
p.m. local time. You will be served a meal shortly after takeoff.
Outside, darkness had already fallen on London.
Al-Senussi spread a blanket across his lap, then took Cynthias hand and put it on his crotch.
She gave his swelling erection a squeeze through his pants,
and smiled.
Youre insatiable! she whispered.
The idea of sex in flight appealed to her. Shed had her first
orgasm while masturbating to an erotic scene from Emmanuelle
set on an airplane.
Shielded by the blanket, she playfully began to stroke al-
Senussis prick. Her delighted lover leaned back, his eyes closed.
He opened them only when the flight attendant reached over to
unlock his tray table for dinner.
We arent hungry! he hissed.
The young woman didnt insist, and instead dimmed the
cabin lights and went to sit down. The 777 had reached its cruising altitude and was flying smoothly at thirty-six thousand feet.
Aside from the rumble of its twin jets, the silence was total.
Al-Senussi pulled his zipper down, and his cock popped up
like a jack-in-the-box. Cynthia glanced back at the stewardess.
The woman seemed to be dozing, so she pushed the blanket
aside and bent to take al-Senussi in her mouth. Now feeling very
excited herself, she started energetically masturbating as she
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The gray van took El Aruba Avenue as it circled Cairo Airport to the
south. A fourteen-foot cyclone fence punctuated with watchtowers
ran along the road, with concrete sentry boxes housing drowsy soldiers with AK-47s. Egypt wasnt at war, but it wasnt exactly at peace.
The van reached the end of the avenue and turned onto the
frontage road along the airport perimeter. It drove another hundred yards, then slowed and stopped just as a Boeing 737 passed
overhead on final approach. The end of the main runway was
barely three hundred yards from the fence.
The moment the van stopped, its driver jumped out and raised
its hood, as if it had broken down. Stopping on the roads around
the airport was forbidden, and a breakdown would give him cover.
He climbed back in and dialed a number on his cell phone.
It was 10:45 p.m.
Inside the van, it was deathly quiet. Two men dressed European
style in shirts and jeans were seated on either side of a stepladder that provided access to a hatch in the roof.
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From time to time, they looked at their watches. The minutes ticked by slowly. At 10:50 p.m., one leaned forward and
asked the driver in Arabic:
See anything yet?
No, he answered, keeping his eyes on the part of the sky
where the planes on final approach appeared. At night, their
powerful landing lights made them easy to spot. That wasnt
enough to identify them, of course, but when they passed three
hundred feet above the frontage road, it was easy to make out
the airline logos.
Since the van stopped, three planes had landed: two Egyptian and one Saudi.
Silence fell again.
Abdul Gabal al-Afghani, the oldest of the three men, kept
staring at his watch, his stomach tense.
It was exactly 10:55 p.m.
The van driver was watching both his rearview mirror and
the sky to his left. Police cars occasionally patrolled the airport,
and if one came by now, it was sure to be suspicious of them.
Ten more minutes passed in leaden silence. The driver swiveled around and hissed:
Five more minutes, and were leaving.
Two minutes passed, with the three men praying to God
with all their might.
Suddenly a yelp came from the cabin.
Inshallah, I think thats it!
He had spotted the landing lights of a passenger plane that
would pass over them as it came in to land.
Al-Afghani raced up the stepladder, opened the hatch, and
slid onto the vans roof.
Now he could see the white lights in the sky to his left. In
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The captain of the 777 had switched off the automatic pilot and
was concentrating on his instruments as he brought the plane
in for landing. Suddenly, his copilot screamed:
Oh my God!
The pilot jerked his head up, catching a momentary glimpse
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CHAPTER
2
The Mercedes carrying Malko Linge turned off the Nile
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ran along a hundred yards of riverfront, then left the Nile for
the narrow streets of Saadan City.
Once again, Malko found himself in a new country without
quite knowing why.
In a friendly phone call, the CIA station chief in Vienna had
asked him if he wouldnt mind going to Cairo for the Agency.
Without telling him why, of course.
It would have been hard for Malko to refuse. Winter was
approaching and the bills to maintain his beloved Liezen castle
would soon come flooding in. If it werent for his freelance CIA
work, Malko would be just another impoverished Austrian
noble-man, probably renting out his ancestral home for business retreats. But Malko had some highly specialized talents
that the CIA employed on a regular basis. The Agency paid top
dollar, but in exchange gave him the riskiest assignments.
Malko had invited his longtime fiance, Alexandra, to come
to Egypt with him, but she politely refused. The Upper Austria
social season was about to begin and she didnt want to miss any
of the galas. Her one concession to Malko: dressed in a bustier
and smoky gray tights, she concocted a particularly erotic farewell dinner, and afterward gave him a dazzling demonstration
of her talents, as if to show him what he was leaving behind. The
next day she agreed to accompany him to Schwechat airport for
a quickie on the road, having taken the elementary precaution
of not wearing panties.
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