Pfarrer describes it this way: 鈥淭he lights and lasers swept into the room, illuminating the figures of a man and a woman. The woman was shouting [in Arabic] ... 鈥橬o, no, don鈥檛 do this.鈥� Osama was standing by the back wall. He dived across the king-size bed to get at the rifle he kept by the headboard. The room smelled like old clothing, like a guest bedroom in a grandmother鈥檚 house, a place sort of frozen in time.
鈥淧inned in the lights, Amal [one of bin Laden鈥檚 wives] lifted her hands to her eyes. She said, 鈥業t鈥檚 not him,鈥� in Arabic, and then something else that the operators could not hear.鈥�
Then, Pfarrer writes, 鈥淔our suppressed shots were fired, two rounds and two rounds....The first round sailed past Osama鈥檚 face and thudded into the mattress. Osama shoved Amal as he clawed across the bed. A second bullet, aimed at Osama鈥檚 head, grazed Amal in the calf.鈥� The next two bullets, he writes, ended bin Laden鈥檚 life.
