GranadaNasrid looked around with pride as he saw men and women hurrying out of the side streets to join his peaceful march in the town centre of Granada. Months in the training camp in Vietnam had prepared him for this moment; he was the new Nasrid Mohammed. Always the star pupil, he was honoured to be selected from the elite for this mission. All his life he had dreamed of doing something special and this was it. During the rigorous preparation for this first mission, he had fully immersed himself in the persona of Nasrid, to the point that he now believed that he was the dead leader reincarnated and destined to recover his lands.
Nasrid had only just started the march, wary of police interference and pleased that so far there had been none. This was mainly due to his quiet dignity and t
