““. .yes, I understand, brother,” the jihadist said, hearing Farid’s voice in his earpiece as he toggled the radio’s microphone, turning away from the Suburban. “I haven’t been able to raise them in the last five minutes. I—” The words died in his throat, a sound like the explosion of a rotten melon assaulting his ears—something warm and wet spraying over his face. He had just enough time to turn, mouth open in shock at the sight of his partner slumping to the ground, the back of the man’s head blown away, blood and brains trickling down the side of the vehicle. The next moment, a 7.62x39mm round smashed through his own skull, and everything went dark””
