Gaddafi Stirbt!

A Historical Thriller on Paper.

Chapter 1: „Kata“

1: Libyan Capital Tripoli.

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2: August 25, 2011. 46 days to Gaddafi’s death.

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„Headquarters, please respond. Headquarters!
We have identified our target.“

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„I repeat: We have identified Gadda–„

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„Put your head on the table,
you piece of garbage!“

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„Tripoli, please repeat: Do you have identified the target?
Tripolil, respond!“

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„Tripoli, please respond: Have you found
Gaddafi? Tripoli!“

1: US capital Washington D.C.

October 18, 2011. Two days to Gaddafi’s death.

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2: „Understood. On my way.“

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„Who called, darling?
Don’t tell me it was the office again. Please don’t.“

„Of course it was the office.
My colleagues are already on the way to pick me up.“

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„Don’t worry. I’ll be back in a few days.
You’ll manage without me…“

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„…won’t you?“

„Please go, Richard…“

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„…before I get too upset.
Me and your child together.“

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„There, that’s him. That is Richard!“

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„Then let’s go get him.“

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„Get in, Dick!“

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„Our friends have found Gaddafi.
We go to Libya, as quickly as possible.“

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„Hurry up! We’re on a schedule.“

„Would you calm down, Val?“

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„Why don’t you tell me about the Arab here,
sitting in your back seat.“

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„Don’t be an ass, Dick. The boy is alright.“

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1: „Joey Magritte, Sir. Pleasure to meet you.“

2: „Joey is going to step in for you
during your parent leave.“

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1: „I can expect you to be taken care of, then?“

2: „You sure won’t have to worry about me.“

„Now to the business at hand:“

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„We will go to Libya by plane. Once there,
our contact will assist us in catching Gaddafi.“

„To kill him on site?“

„To get him out of the country, actually. Before
our friends can string him up the nearest tree.“

1: Muammar al-Gaddafi’s hideout, Sirte, Libya.
October 19, 2011. One day to Gaddafi’s death.

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2: „Adolphe! We need to talk.“

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„Why did you leave your post, soldier?“

1: „The others and me, we had a discussion.
We agree, that the rebels will find us soon.“

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2: „What are you talking about?“

„I’m talking about revoking
our loyalty to Gaddafi in order to save ourselves.“

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„We already decided this. There is nothing you can do
about it, Adolphe: Gaddafi dies tonight!“

„What do you mean, Gaddafi dies tonight?

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„We drowned his whores in the latrine,
thirty minutes ago…“

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„…and even as we speak, the soldiers are
out for Gaddafi himself.“

End of Chapter 1

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