“Sheriff, your right, we have no idea what these people look like or any indication of where there from or as a matter of fact, who they are.”
“Excuse me Sheriff,” it was one of his deputies, “we found two wallets. No identification but two family pictures. Is there a way that the FBI can use the facial recognition software for a lead off these pictures?” One picture of a man and women, the other of two children.”
“Slim to none but we can try. It is better than nothing. We will send them to Quantico with other bits of evidence. In the mean time we’ll have a full FBI team out here in the morning to go over the remains. Dr. McCaugh if you wouldn’t mind sticking around until our team arrives in the morning and go over the blast site with them. I understand we have a room reserved for you in Baker, I’m certain it is a resort.” Green was carrying the load.
“Sheriff, I am also going to call in the bomb experts from the Marine base is San Diego. Sometimes they can find leads we can’t. Thank you again for all you have done and all your help.”
“You’re welcome and I hope you catch these bastards before anything else happens.”
The FBI agent said little about the pole explosions since was a matter of terrorism, but Bakes was feeling the wrath of the bomber, there was no power Baker.
“What happened to our power?” the Sheriff asked.
“We’ve heard there is a large power outage all the way to LA. I’m certain it will be resolved in a short time.” Green said with tongue in cheek.
Chapter 4
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