Dan stared squarely into his captor’s eyes, who had calmly removed his balaclava.
“You see that half destroyed sign on the bridge?” the man suddenly gestured. “That cafe used to serve the best blueberry pies in town.”
“But thanks to your bombs,” he scowled, “not only is it a pile of rubble, but Mrs. Daniel now lies amid the debris of the place she started thirty years ago.”
“Your leaders attacked us, we were just defending ourselves,” Dan blurted.
“This was the same government your country armed and supported for over a decade!” he snapped.
He tapped his weapon, “See this? Made in your homeland. Now you come in guns blazing, killing us like animals, should we sit back and do nothing?”
“We’re fighting for democracy!” Dan shot back.
He raised his brows in mock surprise, tapped on his cell phone and held it out.
“A list of undemocratic leaders given a red-carpet welcome in your country,”
“War based on lies inevitably makes both sides guilty,” his captor grimaced.
“Let’s go. My brother is in one of your prison camps. Let’s hope your government agrees to negotiate with us, terrorists,” he said, making air quotes, “for your sake.”