Waiting until Mehmet walks away to patrol, Abbas moves closer to quietly ask, "What about Hamri?"
Ibrahim glances up from the tangle of wires in front of him. There's a small frown at the mention of that name and he focuses his attention on the problem in front of him. "He is not a concern of ours. He is a kafir," he adds, looking again at the younger man, "he has turned his back on his people and his God. And he's paid for that."
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Abbas nod and fidget, shifting his gun and looking as if he was wondering whether to inquire further. Ibrahim decides for him. "Go with Mehmet on patrol. It won't be much longer now and we don't need any more problems."
With a nod, Abbas departs and Ibrahim stand up, motioning Fareed over to him. Quietly, so the Americans couldn't hear, "We haven't been able to get online. There is a problem with the satellite connection. Do you think you can fix it?"
"I could try," Fareed answers with a wary glance at the computers behind Ibrahim.
"Good. This broadcast is important and we don't have time to waste," he answer with pat on the shoulder. Walking towards the agents, he pauses to add, "Tell me as soon as you have something."