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“You have memorized your final objective?” said Waseem as the white van barreled down the New Jersey turnpike.
The van’s driver was stoic, almost mechanical.
“Yes, it is memorized. Routes, times, alternates. I am ready.”
“You will be named in the hall of names. You strike against the beast and all that is evil.”
Cars passed on their left, and Waseem held the AK-47 rifle low and out of view. If they were tailed by a police cruiser, he would not hesitate.
“Once we’re at the dock, you will be alone, with Allah at your back. You understand the detonator? Do everything in your power to reach your final destination, but should you be stopped, detonate the device. Always look to the east, my son,” said Waseem. “You are the sharp end of the stick, now.”
The nurse took Cade by the arm. Th
