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Ben settled in to his new living accommodations in one of the dormitories at Northwestern University. He had much to do. Soon he would start school and get a part time evening job where he would meet people and start the process of assimilation so important for a holy warrior.

He was following all the Imam’s recommendations. What better way to assimilate than be a typical student, work part time to make some money for expenses and be one of the boys.

He took a job working five to nine, three evenings per week at a McDonald’s not far from the campus. Once settled in his new job he would visit Steve for instructions. He did this the following week.

He drove down Sheridan Road to Lake Shore Drive to Addison Ave and parked on the 2700 block. He found a large apartment building shaped like a U with two entrances on each long leg of the U. He found the 2789 entrance, walked up to the third floor and knocked on the door. A stern-looking man peeked out through the opening. He smiled when he saw Ben, released the latch, and opened the door.

“You must be Steve,” said Ben.

“Yes, Ben, that’s my name. Come in.”

Ben entered and walked into a small living room furnished with a small television set, a couch, a rectangular end table and a large recliner opposite the TV.

Off to the right was a small bathroom and bedroom. Adjacent to the living room was a dining room furnished with a bookcase, a large table and four chairs. Off to the right of the dining room was a standing-room-only kitchen.

Steve was of medium height about one inch shorter than Ben, had a dark complexion, and wore glasses with thick lenses. His hair was black and wavy. “Sit at the head of the table while I get the supplies,” said Steve.

The Imam told him that Steve would be in charge, and Ben was to follow all instructions without question. It was clear to Ben that Steve was indeed a take-charge person and he spoke in a confident and firm voice. Ben watched and wondered what supplies Steve was talking about as he watched Steve walk to the kitchen and open the refrigerator. He took out a small metal box and brought it to the dining room table. “All the Trojan Horses have been vaccinated, Ben. You’re the last one and then we’ll be ready.”

Ben nodded. Now he knew.

“We’re having a hot summer. I would vaccinate you on the upper arm, but that could become too obvious. I don’t want to force you to have to wear long sleeves, so I’ll use the upper, outer part of your thigh. You’re going to need full use of your arms with the job we’ve got to do. Lower your pants and stand here next to me,” said Steve.

Ben complied and Steve continued, “Let me tell you what I’m doing, Ben. First of all, the vaccine is not a smallpox virus vaccine. It’s made from a virus called Vaccinia, which is related to the smallpox virus called Variola. I’m about to give you a live Vaccinia virus and it’ll make you immune to smallpox. The immunity will last about five years and you will not have to worry about catching the disease like the infidels will when we introduce it to them. There are two more Trojan Horses you haven’t met. You’re the forth and the only home-grown one. We will spread the smallpox virus to the good citizens of Chicago, Ben. We’ll stop the city dead in its tracks. God is Great,” said Steve.

“God is Great,” answered Ben.

Ben watched as a smiling Steve opened the metal box and took out a two-pronged needle. He then dipped the needle into a liquid held in a small vial. Ben could see that the needle held a drop of the liquid between its two prongs. He watched as Steve used the needle and pricked him multiple times on the lateral aspect of his left thigh. Two small droplets of blood formed and Steve said, “That’s all there is to it. In a few days, you’ll see an itchy red bump. Don’t scratch it, you don’t want to irritate it and get it infected. Just do some gentle padding if the itch gets too bothersome. Got that, Ben?”

“I got it.”

Then it’ll form a blister and fill with some fluid that will drain a little. By the second week, you’ll develop a scab that’ll fall off in three or four days. It’ll leave a scar, and that’ll be the sign you’re protected, Ben. Wear the scar proudly; it’s your mark from Allah that means you are one of the chosen ones.”

Ben nodded. “I understand, yes.”

Steve took another vial out of the box and said, “Now I will give you an anthrax immunization shot, Ben. I’ll give you two more in the next two weeks. Then we’ll be ready.”