CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
The Brotherhood was decimated. Their compound had been seized; their numbers were depleted. Their assets, frozen.
Everything was going according to Awad bin Saddam’s plan. Well, nearly everything; there had been one significant hitch, though it hardly mattered now.
Awad had monitored news of the event online on Al Jazeera. When he saw that the bombing attempt on the USS New York had been thwarted, he was at first enraged. Usama had utterly failed. He was to pose as Awad bin Saddam and stall the Americans with the wired tugboat until the drone reached the battleship, and then detonate. He had not detonated, nor had the submersible UAV reached its target. Awad tasted the bitterness of knowing that his perfect plan could be so tainted by the ineptitude of his brothers.
