The Chevy Suburban sped down the road, enveloped by the hushed darkness of the Virginia countryside.Forty-one-year-old Adnan al-Rimi was hunched over the wheel as he concentrated on the windy road coming up. Deer were plentiful here, and Adrian had no desire to see the bloodied antlers of one slashing :through the windshield. Indeed, the man was tired of things attacking him. He lifted a gloved hand from the steering wheel and felt for the gun in the holster under his jacket; a weapon was not jtist a comfort for Adnan, it was a necessity.