Traitor Page #2

You must be willing to sacrifice

some of your pawns

if you want to win the game.

- I don't know.

- I think you do.

You risked your life

to share your food with a stranger.

That's not the same thing.

I was just doing my duty.

- If I'd known there was...

- Jihad is also your duty.

Ahmed told me

what you have done in Afghanistan.

Tactics have changed, my friend.

Tactics always change.

You don't defeat an empire

fighting by their rules.

Once upon a time,

it was the Americans

who were terrorists to the British.

They've forgotten the history already.

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

Piece of sh...

Seor?

All right, don't tell anyone

I said this, but you're right.

- The military had a file on him.

- Hmm.

Staff Sergeant Samir Horn.

U.S. Army Special Forces.

Trained at Fort Bragg.

- Engineering and Explosives.

- All right, skip to the next page.

Horn was his mother's name.

She's from Chicago.

His father was Sudanese.

Moved all over the Middle East.

Had ties with the Muslim Brotherhood.

Was killed in a car bombing in '78.

Not sure which side was behind it.

- Is that so?

- Oh, and it gets better.

The Army sent Horn to Pakistan

in '86 to train in the Afghan rebels.

It's where he got in touch

with his Muslim roots.

Decided he wanted in

on the action.

When his tour was over,

he stayed behind,

and joined the Mujahideen.

There's been a bombing in Spain.

Eleven Americans dead.

They've got the bomber.

...an American tour group

was the target of the attack, apparently.

The latest carried out by Nathir,

the Islamic terrorist

whose identity and whereabouts

remain a mystery to authorities.

Do you have a woman?

A family?

No.

You don't want no kids?

I don't have a woman.

What language do you dream in?

English.

Me, too.

Really?

You know, it's funny...

I don't even feel at home

speaking my own language sometimes.

I don't feel at home anywhere.

Samir. Samir?

There is somebody that I want you

to meet when we get out of here.

We're in prison in Yemen for terrorism.

I wouldn't make any plans, man.

(Brake Screeching)

OMAR:

You have a core like ribs

to several months!

SYRIAN MAN:

You have faced a Madigan

to save the kingdom!

ARABIC MAN:

I'm with you!

SYRIAN WOMAN:

No! No!

(SOBBING)

Holy God, my boy! My boy!

SYRIAN MOTHER:

It's okay!

Oh! I killed my boy!

KAYLEIGH:

You have prayed enough

for soldiers to come!

God bless soldiers!

I know my blessing to

fall asleep.

I'm pledged for souls

to keep.

On the angel's gate through

the night, it brightened with

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