CHAPTER FORTY THREE
The distance meter on Awad’s remote guidance system spun down rapidly from one hundred yards as he pushed the control stick forward. In mere seconds the Queens Midtown Tunnel would be destroyed, and in the aftermath he would make his name known…
At just under seventy-five yards the infrared view flickered, the screen jumping as if he was experiencing some sort of glitch.
Then it flickered to black.
For a long moment he sat there in utter disbelief, his hand still on the control stick.
“No,” he murmured. “It can’t be.”
He had somehow lost control, just as Ahmed had. He had failed, just as Hassan had.
But my plan was perfect. No one could have predicted this.
Awad screamed in fury as he lifted the silver case from the table. He smashed it down, again and again, as
