Not every Bedouin was pleased to have a nuclear power plant in their desert, let alone what it really was, a weapons factory. One tribal leader had sworn the so-called mine would never be operational.
Along with the Bedouin dissidents, his worry was that the Americans had the ability to cover the area with satellite coverage or drones. They’d be all over the mining area. So far, the camouflage had worked, but under extensive scrutiny, maybe not.
Could my plans to rule depend on camouflage? Rashid hoped not. As a royal prince, his ambition was to rule, not like many royals who believed their role was to consume. His father was at the top of the succession pyramid, but as his son, he had to prove himself.
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