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San Diego, USA

Mahone covers his head with the black hoodie, then steps briskly to the small house. He sniffs, the irritating heat of the sun causing him fever. He's not so sure of that, but he can feel it, his head is light-weighted, everything he sees, seems blunt and bright.

  He climbs the stairs and rings the bell three times, the first two was quick, the last one was differently long. Actually it was a code, but who knows if his friend still remembers it.

The door opens fast.

An innocent looking boy, has thin beard at his jaw, wearing loafers, is standing at the doorsteps, watching Mahone suspiciously.

"Assalamu Alaikum," he finally greets him in Arabic. "How can I help you, Mister?"

Mahone removes his black sunglasses, then smiles at him, "Lays alyawm, Musa."

Musa stares at him in disb