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Assad Abaza was well aware of what was happening in America and that his people were given credit for actions of idiots or as he said, insulting his people by using their name and for botching the attempt to disrupt the US economy. He understood that the FBI would figure out it was home grown terrorists and then things would calm down. But those who intruded on Allah’s name would pay for what they were doing. Then again, this may be an opportunity for the al-Qaeda Kurdish Battalions death knell to the great Satan.

Assad and his Lieutenant, Mishab ibn Khalid, had been together for 30 years and were true warriors of God. They were part of Ansar al-Islam (AAI). The AAI were supporters or partisans of Islam who were a Sunni Islamist group of Iraqis, promoting a radical interpretation of Islam , close to the official Saudi ideology of Wahhabism with strict application of Sharia . The group was formed in the northern provinces of Iraq near the Iranian border, and previously had established bases occupying Biyara to the northeast of Halabja . Ansar al-Islam is known as an affiliate of the Al-Qaeda terror network and many of their past generations were dedicated to the cleansing Islam of all Muslim traitors and non-Muslim unbelievers. The Karan was guiding them now, which could only show Allah’s love for his chosen people. The Jews, his sworn enemies and their misguided God would be put in the proper perspective. This had been instilled in his blood upbringing from Childhood in Syria, where true supports of the one God would unite against Zionist dogs.

The new emir was Abu Hashim Muhammad bin Ibrahim , spiritual leader to all Ansar al-Islam, his was the final word of Allah and wanted death to Israel as well as the USA. He had no great love for the Shia faith either, but they were a means to an end to be used for Gods purpose.

In the bliss of stupidity some self-righteous Americans were acting for a noble cause that would ultimately decapitate their misguided plans and open the door for the ultimate end to the Great Satan. His support was worldwide and strong. Only he knew the depth of this conspiracy.

Only Allah could determine the course of history and through the great one’s guidance they would prevail against the Great Satan. They needed special weapons and North Korea had them and was willing to sell them all that they needed. They had a contact there that had made arrangements. Assad’s new ally would be very helpful, even if they were non-believers; just a means to an end.

Assad could not fly directly to Pyongyang. It was restricted air space and any craft going into the city would be scrutinized by the South Korean military. Assad knew that antinomy was of the highest priority. No one in the world would have an inkling of the plot if they did it would come unravel and they would fall prey to their own mistakes.

The passport and identification cards supplied by the National Security Bureau of North Korea were hastily done but passable. Assad would land in Dandong China on the ruses of establishing trade relationships. From there it would not be hard to travel the Friendship Bridge from China to North Korea. Din sung Chow, President of North Korea would personally meet him in Sinuiju, a small town just over the bridge, where they would finalize the beginning of the collapse of the Great Satan. The death pack would start at precisely 4 PM the next day.

The journey from Tehran to Bahrain was an easy jaunt. A few hours in a private plane and then a cake walk through security. It is amazing what Chinese passport and papers will get accomplished. His picture looked anything but oriental but his credentials guaranteed quick passage and no questions asked.

Bahrain to Shanghai was another story. A longer trip and heavy scrutiny at the entrance gates by the Chinese Security police slowed him for about an hour. He thought they figured there was something fishy about his documents but if they did, there was no effort to find the answers.

The layover tried his nerves and he felt on the verge of bolting. But then a bullet in the back of his head would have slowed him down and ruined his plans. He knew the cause depended on how he handled himself.

The seven days he spent, or so it felt, in the last few hours frayed his nerves. Thank goodness there were no more security checks to go through. The flight to Dandong was bone crushing; he was ready to sprint to the gate. Too many eyes were watching. He tucked his emotions in his shirt and slowly boarded the plane. His seat was coach and close to the front. The flight was four hours but that was fine, he was able to relax now.

It was a perfect landing in Dandong. The weather was nice and getting through customers was a snap. They didn’t pay any attention to his passport or papers once they saw they were issued by the Chinese Government.

Exiting the airport a Korean diplomatic limousine was waiting. The journey from the airport, across the Yellow River by way to the Friendship Bridge, which was constructed as a gesture of friendship by the Chinese had established an enduring bond between the two communist countries. Traveling through Sinuiju, North Korea is like time traveling. It was like visiting the pre-colonial days. Hardly anything had changed. Poverty was visible everywhere and the shambles of closed businesses was all along the road they traveled.

The dirt road crawled between trees until they arrived at the plain looking two story home, hidden away from everything, protected by trees and bushes. There were hundreds of Military Men all around the house, which was freighting to Assad. The limo proceeded along the circular drive way and stopped at the entrance where Assad was escorted into the house and into an office. The house was nice but not a palace as he had expected.

“Have a seat Sir, the Great Leader will be with you shortly,” it was spoken in perfect English.

Ten minutes later Din sung Chow came down the stairs, bowing to Assad. “Greetings please follow me into my office.” They were escorted by six heavily armed men.

It was a thirty minute meeting and after being thoroughly searched the goon squad was excused. Din sung Chow spent the time telling Assad his goods would be delivered in one week, at the latest. He would have his secretary text him as to time and date. The money would have to be transferred into a Swiss account in his personal name. The name, transit code and account number would be part of the text. The account was for the purchase of heavy equipment in Sudan, or so the paper work would indicate and the account was under the name Wong Equipment. There were very few questions asked in Switzerland. There was no paper work between the two, only a shake of hands, Din sung Chow was not worried, no money no merchandise.

Din sung Chow left the room instructing his Secretary to make certain Assad got to the airport and all his papers were in order.

Assad didn’t question just shook his head in agreed.

The journey from Korea to London and then to JFK in Washington seemed like an eternity and Assad felt every second of the many hours in the air, he felt he had aged twenty years over the last few days. There was an apartment waiting in the lower part of Baltimore but he was not going to be there long, he in need of a few hours’ sleep.

The trip had been a success and he had gotten all he asked. The weapons would be here in two to five days. His followers would be here in one or two days.

The next day he went to a small motel just out of town. He checked in and then went to room, number six. It was not the nicest room Assad had spent time in but certainly wasn’t the worst. His hovel in Iran was little more than a dirt hut in no man’s land.

The queen size bed came across on the Mayflower and the room was musty. The luxuries included a nineteen inch television, a night stand with a reading lamp and one draw. Inside the drawer was a bible. He couldn’t bring himself to touch it; the infidel’s odor was on it or he would have destroyed the Hebrew germs.

He looked at the devils tool, television. He was not so concerned as to not walk over and turn it on after all Allah would forgive him since he had to keep up with world events and what better way than the enemy’s own tools?

Assad had reserved the other five rooms, which would have two or three members of his group in each room. In total there were ten and these were the chosen of his leader and Allah.

Assad used Google maps to lay out the prospective target cities, which were more detailed than any other maps he could. It gave location and distance of building and size of each structure. Streets were laid out with distances measured and logged by Assad and printed off. It was amazing you could Google facts about anything in the world or history. The four points of attack were highlighted in black, a reference to the angel of death. He would have to pick his top three choices, the one’s that would carry the biggest bang for the buck. He could do nothing now but wait for the men to arrive and the arms to be shipped. Everything would depend on the weapons of death’s arrival. Until then he was going to catch up on some well-deserved rest.