Ismail was bundled roughly into the back by Will and Anderson. 'You sure this is the right guy?' Anderson asked, once they were all inside. Ismail looked anxiously at Will, knowing that his safety was hanging on the words of the man he had so clearly just pissed off. Will stared coldly back at him. 'Yeah,' he said, finally. 'I'm sure.' 'Looks like a fucking Fundie Jundie to me,' Kennedy muttered from the front. 'Shut up, Kennedy,' Will snapped. 'Ignore him,' he told Ismail. 'For now, at least.' Having perfectly memorised the route Sami had taken into Kandahar, Drew retraced it as the others sat silently in the back. Anderson and Kennedy eyed Ismail with distrust; Ismail, in turn, looked as though he was wondering what the hell he had got himself into, stuck in a vehicle with these dangerous men. Will was certainly angry with the frightened Afghan, but he couldn't quite pinpoint why. The guy was only being careful, after all. Maybe he just didn't like the fact that Ismail had pulled the wool over his eyes.
