Akmal was overjoyed to finally have the predator drone in his possession. The three tired men had arrived a few hours earlier and were fast asleep in their rooms. He was in the parking garage of the townhouse with the rear doors of the van open. He caressed the gleaming fuselage of the drone as he gave thanks to Allah. The plan was progressing perfectly and soon he would be the hero of ISIS and the entire Muslim World. He turned as Yaqiz entered the garage through the connecting door. “How’s it coming?” he asked the bomb-maker.
“No problems so far,” Yaqiz answered. “I’ve adapted the cylinder for our purposes, I’ve just got to figure out how to attach it to the drone.”
“Whatever you need, just let me know.”
Yaqiz inspected the fuselage. “I’ll probably need to weld some clamps to the unde
