The Last Mission

Ali, a tall man of around fifty years of age walked through the doorway. He was well built and handsome. He was also wearing a Supreme Party uniform that fit him perfectly. In purposeful, even strides, he moved to the end of the table, stopped abruptly, and stood at attention, his head level, his eyes straight ahead. A row of stitches above his right eyebrow lent an aura of mystery and adventure to his appearance. Since his injury, he had seen how men looked at him with great respect and women looked at him with great desire. "You sent for me, sir?" asked Ali, though it sounded more like a statement than a question. Ammar took a few steps toward Ali and stood an arm's length from him. "At ease, Ali.""Thank you, sir," said Ali. He assumed a more relaxed stance, resting his arms at his sides.Ammar looked at Ali. "We've asked you here today because we have a very special mission for you, a mission of great service to the nation and all its citizens. Complete it successfully and you will have the gratitude of the nation and your Leader. We are of the opinion that no one else in the Party can perform this task better than you, Ali. You have proven yourself dedicated to the nation and you have exhibited bravery, skill, intelligence, cunning, and leadership on the battlefield." Ali looked at the Leader and replied, "If I can serve the nation, that is gratitude enough, ma'am. Whatever I have is because of the nation." As Ali said these words, he could feel a surge of emotions run through him. He had dedicated his life to the nation, and an acknowledgment of that from the top members of the Party was no doubt encouraging. Ali felt humbled by all the praise that Ammar had for him.Ammar looked straight into the eyes of Ali while handing over the list. It was as if he were testing Ali. In a very business-like voice he said, "These are the enemies of the nation. We need them dealt with discreetly, quickly. We can trust no one else but you."