least, if there was enough of it.
Fatimah, which was the control mechanism of all terrorist activities worldwide, including Al-Qaeda, Hamas, Hezbollah and many others, provided a deep well of support both in human resources and in hard cash to al-Hanbali. Fatimah, the secret controlling entity of terrorists everywhere, and of whose existence the West had no clue, enthusiastically approved his overall plan. First, he must convince Yuri to come to his country to build the weapon. He focused his entire effort toward achieving that goal. Second, Yuri would complete the project by actually assembling the atomic bomb. Kemal’s assignment required that he provide the enriched weapons grade material. Lastly, Faisal would contribute dedicated Hezbollah fighters to actually deliver the weapon and sacrifice themselves. If all went well, he would accomplish the entire plan within two weeks following the meeting in Beirut.
Al-Hanbali went over to his desk and sat. He made entries in his PDA on the “TO DO” list of all the actions he needed to accomplish in the next few days. In two weeks, when all of his efforts would be finalized, he would be in Beirut for coordination with the other two cell leaders. He knew that his little cell, in conjunction with the two other terrorist units, could bring America to its knees. And it would be achieved not by directly attacking the homeland of the Great Satan, not by killing their soldiers, but by attacking the thing the world needed the most to run the Western economies—Saudi Arabian oil.
CHAPTER 8
GLENWOOD MCDONALD
1:57 P.M. – FRIDAY, THE PENTAGON
EIGHT MINUTES AFTER MAJOR LAWSON SENT HER MESSAGE
As Lieutenant Commander Glenwood McDonald read the flash message, he held his breath and his pulse quickened. He rose from his desk and walked over to the senior duty officer. He showed him the message.
“Okay, Glenwood, you had better take that directly to the boss.” He waved his hand indicating Glenwood was to go right then.
Glenwood proceeded to turn the desk over to his replacement and headed for the division director’s office. After passing by the general’s secretary with a smile and a wave of the paper in his hand, he received the nod to go on in. He knocked on the open door and entered. The director was Major General John Forsman, an old combat soldier from the 25th Infantry Division, who had served in Croatia and the Gulf Wars and had worked in intelligence on and off for over twenty-five years. He was also the same Forsman who worked side by side with then Lieutenant Matt Higgins on the fateful day in 2001. Forsman was an accomplished foreign area officer who spoke Arabic like a native, the result of traveling with his father in the diplomatic service in Oman and Qatar.
On entering, Glenwood noted that the general's gray hair was thinning on top, but his shoulders were as broad and strong as ever. The general looked up with his chiseled face, taut with strain from the many hours he worked each day, and Glenwood noticed he was still able to give a smile to a subordinate. Although boasting many decorations on his uniform blouse, he possessed an ability to put subordinate officers at ease—with the additional capacity to deliver a first class ass-chewing if required. The general signaled him to come close.
“Come on in and have a seat. I’ll be with you in a second.” Shortly, he looked up again from the document he was reading. “Glenwood. What's up?”
“General, I have a flash message. I believe this one is probably going to need your level of action,” Glenwood said.
“Let's see it,” said General Forsman. After scanning the message, he looked up at Glenwood. “You’re right. We have to get on this ASAP. Get the analysts assembled. I want a full workup briefing at 0700 hours tomorrow in the conference room. It will give them some time to get the background data together. We’ve enough forewarning to get this right. Is Higgins back from that mission to
Fatimah, which was the control mechanism of all terrorist activities worldwide, including Al-Qaeda, Hamas, Hezbollah and many others, provided a deep well of support both in human resources and in hard cash to al-Hanbali. Fatimah, the secret controlling entity of terrorists everywhere, and of whose existence the West had no clue, enthusiastically approved his overall plan. First, he must convince Yuri to come to his country to build the weapon. He focused his entire effort toward achieving that goal. Second, Yuri would complete the project by actually assembling the atomic bomb. Kemal’s assignment required that he provide the enriched weapons grade material. Lastly, Faisal would contribute dedicated Hezbollah fighters to actually deliver the weapon and sacrifice themselves. If all went well, he would accomplish the entire plan within two weeks following the meeting in Beirut.
Al-Hanbali went over to his desk and sat. He made entries in his PDA on the “TO DO” list of all the actions he needed to accomplish in the next few days. In two weeks, when all of his efforts would be finalized, he would be in Beirut for coordination with the other two cell leaders. He knew that his little cell, in conjunction with the two other terrorist units, could bring America to its knees. And it would be achieved not by directly attacking the homeland of the Great Satan, not by killing their soldiers, but by attacking the thing the world needed the most to run the Western economies—Saudi Arabian oil.
CHAPTER 8
GLENWOOD MCDONALD
1:57 P.M. – FRIDAY, THE PENTAGON
EIGHT MINUTES AFTER MAJOR LAWSON SENT HER MESSAGE
As Lieutenant Commander Glenwood McDonald read the flash message, he held his breath and his pulse quickened. He rose from his desk and walked over to the senior duty officer. He showed him the message.
“Okay, Glenwood, you had better take that directly to the boss.” He waved his hand indicating Glenwood was to go right then.
Glenwood proceeded to turn the desk over to his replacement and headed for the division director’s office. After passing by the general’s secretary with a smile and a wave of the paper in his hand, he received the nod to go on in. He knocked on the open door and entered. The director was Major General John Forsman, an old combat soldier from the 25th Infantry Division, who had served in Croatia and the Gulf Wars and had worked in intelligence on and off for over twenty-five years. He was also the same Forsman who worked side by side with then Lieutenant Matt Higgins on the fateful day in 2001. Forsman was an accomplished foreign area officer who spoke Arabic like a native, the result of traveling with his father in the diplomatic service in Oman and Qatar.
On entering, Glenwood noted that the general's gray hair was thinning on top, but his shoulders were as broad and strong as ever. The general looked up with his chiseled face, taut with strain from the many hours he worked each day, and Glenwood noticed he was still able to give a smile to a subordinate. Although boasting many decorations on his uniform blouse, he possessed an ability to put subordinate officers at ease—with the additional capacity to deliver a first class ass-chewing if required. The general signaled him to come close.
“Come on in and have a seat. I’ll be with you in a second.” Shortly, he looked up again from the document he was reading. “Glenwood. What's up?”
“General, I have a flash message. I believe this one is probably going to need your level of action,” Glenwood said.
“Let's see it,” said General Forsman. After scanning the message, he looked up at Glenwood. “You’re right. We have to get on this ASAP. Get the analysts assembled. I want a full workup briefing at 0700 hours tomorrow in the conference room. It will give them some time to get the background data together. We’ve enough forewarning to get this right. Is Higgins back from that mission to
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