Secret Letters that would change Kuwait forever. The Iraqi major said, "You're an honest man Ibraheem. Wealthy. But most of all, I have something you want. He laughed and took a swig of liquor as he watched Ibraheem's eyes go wide. The tall Kuwaiti gasped, "The letters!" "Indeed," Major Qasem felt proud of himself and lay back in the chaise. He pulled another long swig from the bottle. "But you are giving them to higher-ups you said. How can you give them to me?" Qasem was smug. With a flair, he tossed his hand saying, "I've made copies." Ibraheem bolted out of his chair, knocking it backwards. "Copies? You would give me copies?" he yelled. Qasem was dumbfounded. "What? I..." "Copies are useless to me Major. I must have the originals. Certainly you know that!" An angry edge began to bite on Qasem's friendly approach. "Think of what they ARE. Copies would be just as effective." "No, they would not! Major Qasem, for the originals I would care for your mother. Listen to me. Even the originals would be scrutinized with the most modern scientific equipment. Copies would be a joke. I would have to get them out of the country before the war is over. If Iraq wins, what is the point? Saddam will do what he wants anyway. It the Coalition wins and the letters are here, the Sabahs would say the Palestinians made them up. Who knows who they would blame, but they would lie They have to." Special Forces Sergeant Gary Lopez replied to Ibraheem, "You want Ray and I to show you how to operate the tank so you can break into an Iraqi Army headquarters to steal the letters? You are out of your frapping mind!" Ray said, "We'll do it for 6,000,000 each. Ibraheem said, "Done." Gary's mouth dropped open in astonishment. He turned to Ray saving. "You just got us killed. You'll never spend your six mil." He turned to Ibraheem saying, "When do we start?" Ibraheem smiled and said, "Money talks. Tomorrow."