CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN-4

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“The boxes look the same to me, Mr. Hamadi,” said Allaidan Hussain Alwan, Egyptian head of the Washington, D.C. cell of al-Sahaba. “How are they different? I myself clean the bathrooms at Reagan International three days a week, and this looks exactly like the replacement canisters I have installed in the dispensers there many, many times before. What is so special about these?” Alwan asked as he started to open the box. “Just one moment my friend. I would ask that all of you refrain from opening the boxes in front of you at this time. Each of you will be taking these cases, along with several others like them and other janitorial supplies, back with you when you return to your home cities. And all of it needs to remain unopened for purposes of transportation.” “Why is that, Mr. Hamadi?”

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