Ahmad el-Mostafa felt the effects of jetlag. The time difference muddled his mind, and the desert heat made his beard itch. The Russians that had brought the bomb and the plane had left. Their contract was completed. Ahmad had the nuke stored in a small warehouse that Abdul had leased for six months. A canvas harness was made so a man could carry the device like a backpack. At 150-pounds, it was about fifty pounds heavier than what a combat soldier packed on his back daily.
Ahmad heard a car pull up outside the building. Ahmad gripped his pistol with his hand at the small of his back. He moved to a window and looked outside. A white Mercedes four-door sedan pulled into one of the parking spaces. An American male got out of the driver’s seat, went to the right-hand rear passenger door, and
