Drop your weapon!” Harvath yelled. “Drop it now!”
Abdul Rashid straightened his trigger finger and allowed the pistol to roll upside down and hang from it.
Harvath repeated the command in Arabic.
“I’m going to bend down and set it on the ground,” Rashid replied in English.
“Slowly,” said Harvath, his vision and hearing coming back. “Very, very slowly.”
“I’m setting it down.”
Once the weapon was on the ground, Harvath said, “Back up five steps and kiss the ground.”
Rashid did as he was told, and while Rhodes helped tend to Ericsson, Harvath and the rest of the team cautiously advanced.
Harvath kept his weapon trained on Rashid while Casey and Cooper cleared the two rooms on either side of the hallway. Once they were done, he checked the two men Rashid had shot. They were both dead.
“Where’s Jarrah?”
“There’s another room at the far end of the basement. He’s barricaded in there.”
“How many other people in the building?” demanded Harvath.
“There’s nobody else. This is it. Listen, you can’t shoot him. I need Jarrah alive.”
Harvath looked at Casey and Cooper. “Go get him.” Looking down at Rashid, he removed a pair of EZ Cuffs and said, “Put your hands behind your back.”
“My name’s Sean Chase. I’m with the CIA. Ground Branch.”
“Shut up and put your hands behind your back,” Harvath repeated.
Before Chase could respond, Alex Cooper yelled, “Gun!” and all eyes turned to the end of the hallway where Marwan Jarrah had just stepped from around the corner with an AK47 and begun firing.