Napoleon Mahamyd Smyith remembered vividly the little bookshop he had waited in, which was a safe distance from where he had placed a bomb. It was one of his brilliant diversionary tactics—causing chaos in one area, while stealing the nuclear bomb in another.
He wanted to watch the death and destruction his well-placed bomb would ultimately bring about. The ensuing blast shook the little shop violently causing everyone to run shrieking from the building. Dust rained down on him covering his hair and clothes like a gray-hooded shroud.
A small glimmer caught Smyith’s eye. He followed the sparkling lights to a loosened wood beam. There, nestled in the dry-rotted wood, was a small crystal ball, about the size of a tennis ball. He brushed away the wood chips that had fallen on it and picked u
