In a hotel room in Jerez, the two terrorists nervously waited for the pilot to call. Unfamiliar with the area, they had stayed in their room and watched the news. The reports of a failed terrorist attack in America had not helped their nerves. Kaamil al-Mir, the big man, moved about the room like a caged animal, making his partner, Turki al-Sani, nervous. “Kaamil, please, sit down. There is nothing we can do but wait.”
Kaamil, a member of the elite Syrian Republican Guard, was a fearsome-looking man. Six feet six inches tall, with hard black eyes, and a thick handlebar mustache, Kaamil was intimidating. Kaamil, tasked with carrying the bomb, heeded Turki’s plea and sat down.
Turki picked up the TV remote, turned on the TV, and changed channels to another local station to watch more news.
