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This time Amad came to the US with two and a half million dollars available to him. His last trip to the states was for four years of college and a graduate degree in chemical engineering, but his father had called him home after his education was completed. He returned to his native Libya to an arranged marriage and then some additional time of militia training in Afghanistan in order to refresh the skills gained in his youth. Only then could he return to the states to begin his first job as a chemical engineer.

It wasn’t long before he was a first class marksman again and updated his munitions skills. He trained in the art of survival under the worst of circumstances. He wasn’t satisfied. He was able to ingratiate himself with some of the religious zealots that he had trained with in his youth. By this time his goals had diverged from the goals his father had set for him. These religious zealots respected his father, and they assumed that the Amad had the same aspirations. It wasn’t as if he had any strong religious feelings as a lifelong Muslim, it was more the purpose he had for himself. He wanted to make a difference in the world – A difference in a very subtle way. Sitting in a mountain cave in Afghanistan was no way to capitalize on his chemical engineering degree. There was no question in his mind that he was so much smarter than these men; his time could be far better spent planning how he would implement his ambitions. He was slowly developing a plan. He wanted to keep it to himself, but he needed their money to finance it. Devising a scheme to placate them, would have them begging him to take their fortunes in order to assure that Muslims would control the world. He didn’t care how he got the money as long as he could be the undisputed one at the helm.

The stupid Americans, he thought as he stood in the customs line at Kennedy International Airport in New York. I’m an Arab – racial profiling and all that – they will be so careful with me. I flew first class, arranged a date with the cute flight attendant and I dressed in expensive clothes that I bought in the Emirates before the flight. They wouldn’t dare offend a member of the wealthy Arab elite.