CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
As the sun rose to its pinnacle over the island of Gozo, so did the temperature. The hope of cloud cover had been carried away by a wind from the west. The once cool breeze had become warm and stifling. Even though it was late in the morning, the heat to come was apparent.
Aamir sat in an old Mitsubishi flatbed truck and looked out of the window at the diverse landscape. The rest of his men were in four other vehicles, two at the front, the other two to the car's rear.
They were heading for the ferry and then the US Embassy.
This would be the ultimate strike. Destroy the eyes and ears of the crossroad between North Africa and Europe. The people at the embassy would be taken by surprise – they would have no idea what had hit them.
Everything was going as planned.
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