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dark . That is the sign for our Brothers and Sisters to rise
up and join our friends from the Holy Land.”
Elijah
looked at the few weak candles that lit the room. They had been lit by Malcolm
when the power went out. A sinister smile spread across his dark face, making
his teeth stand out even whiter than normal. “The streets are become dark,
Malcolm. At last…at last our People will be free.”
“Brothers,
the time has come. You have prepared. You have trained. Allah has shown us
the way. We need only to reach out and take what is ours.” Malcolm slowly
looked around the room, let the tension build until it was a palpable force.
He looked every man among them in the eye, saw the conviction, the pride
reflected back. “Go to your men. Spread the word. The war begins tonight.”
ARIZONA
The Firestorm
HAKIM LOOKED AT the gas
display on the dashboard again. Only a quarter of a tank left. He and Saldid
had been on the road for hours. They continued to carefully drive the speed
limit and laughed as they tossed road flares out the window of their Buick.
The two holy warriors relished the thought that their handiwork had ignited the
landscape around them. They had traveled in a semi-circle route away from
Flagstaff, out towards California, then curved back east. They spread fires
all along the road behind them.
On the
other side of Arizona, another team was doing the same. Those men operated
near Tucson and spread fire towards the Mexican Border. It was hoped that the
fires would distract the Border Patrol and cause havoc with the illegal Mexican
migration—another knife in the back of America.
A third
team was near Phoenix. By nightfall, a massive swath of the Arizona landscape
would be engulfed in fires. The wall of fire would spread and consuming all
before it and create a huge swatch of destruction. The dry summer had provided
ample fuel reserves, the fires begat their own winds. By dawn of the second
day of the Great Jihad, Allah willing, there would be true firestorms loose in
Arizona.
In Southern
California, similar progress was made. A handful of mujahadeen were
operating near Los Angeles and San Francisco. Another four teams were in the
northern part of the state.
Hakim did
not know all the details of the Great Jihad, but what he did know made him
proud to be a part of the effort to rid the world once and for all of the
pestilence and influence of America. He knew that some airliners had been shot
down with Stinger missiles smuggled into America from Mexico. That much they
had heard on the radio. The frantic reporters were describing the havoc and
chaos unleashed by Hakim’s brethren. He was filled with pride.
Hakim was
slightly annoyed at his leaders, however. They had agreed to strike the Great
Satan a crippling blow, yet had come up with the idea of letting America
self-destruct, rather than forcibly decapitate her. He was all for bringing
down the Infidel any way possible, but it was in his heart for explosions,
bombs, mayhem and destruction. He personally believed civil strife to take too
long. Perhaps his unauthorized treaty with the Black brothers in Chicago would
speed things along.
Part of him
was worried that the higher ups would find out about his secret dealings with
Malcolm and the Brotherhood, but Hakim did not care. Malcolm stood at the top
of a well organized group of useful idiots, willing to be manipulated by the mujahedeen .
They could not be counted on totally, of course, but they would serve a purpose
to speed things along. Their connections to the anarchists and communists
would further the destructive spiral that America would travel. Hakim could
hardly wait for the real fun to be reported on the radio. Hopefully the radios
will broadcast that long.
We shall
see.
Hundreds and
thousands of Black Muslims, communist community organizers, eco-anarchists,
militants all, had joined the
up and join our friends from the Holy Land.”
Elijah
looked at the few weak candles that lit the room. They had been lit by Malcolm
when the power went out. A sinister smile spread across his dark face, making
his teeth stand out even whiter than normal. “The streets are become dark,
Malcolm. At last…at last our People will be free.”
“Brothers,
the time has come. You have prepared. You have trained. Allah has shown us
the way. We need only to reach out and take what is ours.” Malcolm slowly
looked around the room, let the tension build until it was a palpable force.
He looked every man among them in the eye, saw the conviction, the pride
reflected back. “Go to your men. Spread the word. The war begins tonight.”
ARIZONA
The Firestorm
HAKIM LOOKED AT the gas
display on the dashboard again. Only a quarter of a tank left. He and Saldid
had been on the road for hours. They continued to carefully drive the speed
limit and laughed as they tossed road flares out the window of their Buick.
The two holy warriors relished the thought that their handiwork had ignited the
landscape around them. They had traveled in a semi-circle route away from
Flagstaff, out towards California, then curved back east. They spread fires
all along the road behind them.
On the
other side of Arizona, another team was doing the same. Those men operated
near Tucson and spread fire towards the Mexican Border. It was hoped that the
fires would distract the Border Patrol and cause havoc with the illegal Mexican
migration—another knife in the back of America.
A third
team was near Phoenix. By nightfall, a massive swath of the Arizona landscape
would be engulfed in fires. The wall of fire would spread and consuming all
before it and create a huge swatch of destruction. The dry summer had provided
ample fuel reserves, the fires begat their own winds. By dawn of the second
day of the Great Jihad, Allah willing, there would be true firestorms loose in
Arizona.
In Southern
California, similar progress was made. A handful of mujahadeen were
operating near Los Angeles and San Francisco. Another four teams were in the
northern part of the state.
Hakim did
not know all the details of the Great Jihad, but what he did know made him
proud to be a part of the effort to rid the world once and for all of the
pestilence and influence of America. He knew that some airliners had been shot
down with Stinger missiles smuggled into America from Mexico. That much they
had heard on the radio. The frantic reporters were describing the havoc and
chaos unleashed by Hakim’s brethren. He was filled with pride.
Hakim was
slightly annoyed at his leaders, however. They had agreed to strike the Great
Satan a crippling blow, yet had come up with the idea of letting America
self-destruct, rather than forcibly decapitate her. He was all for bringing
down the Infidel any way possible, but it was in his heart for explosions,
bombs, mayhem and destruction. He personally believed civil strife to take too
long. Perhaps his unauthorized treaty with the Black brothers in Chicago would
speed things along.
Part of him
was worried that the higher ups would find out about his secret dealings with
Malcolm and the Brotherhood, but Hakim did not care. Malcolm stood at the top
of a well organized group of useful idiots, willing to be manipulated by the mujahedeen .
They could not be counted on totally, of course, but they would serve a purpose
to speed things along. Their connections to the anarchists and communists
would further the destructive spiral that America would travel. Hakim could
hardly wait for the real fun to be reported on the radio. Hopefully the radios
will broadcast that long.
We shall
see.
Hundreds and
thousands of Black Muslims, communist community organizers, eco-anarchists,
militants all, had joined the
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