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Waleed Abadati was a true believer, a dedicated husband, and a good father. Virtues built on a
foundation of good habits that began with a regimen of personal hygiene before breakfast,
followed by early morning prayer, and a brisk three-mile walk to work.
That journey began deep within the Fes El Bali, and took him to the Ville Nouvelle district,
where thanks to four years spent in the army, he worked as a low-ranking security guard at Ali
bin Ahmed bin Saleh Al-Fulani's mansion.
It was a boring job for the most part, but a relatively well-paid one, and Abadati felt fortunate to
have it. The security guard was in a good mood as his feet followed the same path they walked
every day and his mind contemplated the purchase of a secondhand car. It was a big step, but
the money had been saved and was waiting in the bank. But what kind to buy? There were so
many possibilities. Perhaps that was why the Moroccan didn't pay any attention to the scrape of
shoe leather behind him, and was completely unprepared when a hand covered his mouth, and a
strong arm jerked him into a heavily shadowed passageway.
That was when the needle bit his neck, the sedative entered his bloodstream, and the arms of
darkness opened to receive him.
Having followed Abadati the previous day, Agent 47 had chosen the spot with care, and knew
that the sloppily constructed lean-to that half-blocked the walkway would provide cover while
he stripped the security guard of his belongings, including his photo ID, access card, and a
U.S.-made Colt Python revolver, complete with gun belt and twelve extra rounds of .357
Magnum ammunition.
The clothes fit fairly well, which wasn't too surprising, since Abadati had been chosen for his
height and build. Once the transformation was complete, 47 took time to bind and gag the
security guard before piling musty burlap sacks on top of him.
Then, having assumed Abadati's persona, including the guard's peaked hat and sunglasses, the
assassin continued the walk to work. The henna tattoos had started to fade by then, and were
covered over with makeup that served to darken 47's skin. The impersonation was so good that
merchants waved to the familiar figure, and one of Abadati's second cousins shouted a greeting
from a second floor window as the guard passed below.
Fifteen minutes later Agent 47 entered the Ville Nouvelle. From there it was a short walk to the
Al-Fulani mansion, where 47 made his way to the main gate, and waved Abadati's ID card as he
passed the guardhouse. The operative waited for what seemed like an inevitable challenge, but
the gate guard had seen what he expected to see. Which was the eternally dependable Waleed
Abadati, showing up early for work.
Now that he had successfully penetrated the outermost layer of Al-Fulani's security, a single
swipe of Abadati's key card opened the basement door. That provided 47 with access to the
locker room where staff stored their personal belongings, and ultimately the subsurface corridor
that would take the assassin to his real objective–a stairway that led from the basement up to
Al-Fulani's study. The passageway, which was intended to function as an emergency escape