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INTO THE MOUNTAINS
Goth Hussain, Pakistan. About forty-two miles north-northwest of Karachi. Driving along “the road to the north.”
The flatbed of the tractor-trailer was skinned by a tarp that fully obscured its lethal cargo tucked neatly below. It stretched taught across the twenty-five-foot-long warhead, outlining only the topmost surface of its rounded exterior. To passersby, it may have appeared to be a length of pipe on its way to a job site. Sleeping underneath the protective blanket, the warhead itself was girded on either side by huge wooden posts running the length of the missile. The posts had been bolted into place, forming a cradle-like barrier, swaddling the missile to prevent it from rolling. As a final measure, the deadly weapon was lashed to the bed with four heavy c
