"...My Lord, praise be to Your purity, and transcendent are You, Your noble name is most auspicious, Your dignity is truly great... I seek refuge in the Lord from those expelled demons..."
Muhammad Sayyaf devoutly finished the last sentence of his prayer, and when he stood up from the carpet, a fully armed and trusted confidant approached and quietly reported to him.
"Commander, everything is arranged. We have two hundred men ambushed around the meeting place, and a reserve team of a hundred with SA-7 shoulder-fired anti-air missiles is hidden in an abandoned warehouse outside the town. They can avoid the American surveillance planes. If the US Army's Special Forces come by helicopter to the meeting spot airspace like before, we can certainly make them relive a 'Black Hawk Down' scenario."
"Hmm... I understand... But still be cautious. All actions must be swift. The combat should not exceed one hour; otherwise, their air support will surely arrive."