SIXTY FIVE.
David sat in front of
his monitors and sipped a bottle of water.
Everything was going
according to plan. The traffic cameras were all on-line and working
properly, his media source had confirmed the Ambassador's
appointment at the White House, and the world was watching.
Washington D.C. was about to be rocked, and David couldn't have
been more pleased with how things were playing out. As he'd
predicted, the Israelis had sent their army into Hebron and the
international community was busy filing protests. Palestinian
suicide bombers were throwing themselves into the breach and making
the Israelis pay the price. French Ambassador Joussard was playing
his hand perfectly at the UN, and if Omar had been successful in
convincing his brother the Crown Prince that now was the time for
an embargo, the United States would be boxed in. All that was left
to do was raise the level of violence one more notch, and his
lifelong dream of a free Palestinian state would be a
reality.
The black limousine
came into view on the predetermined screen in the upper left
corner. David put the bottle of water down and glanced at the
remote firing device sitting in the heavy black case on his right.
The bomb was already armed and ready to go. All he needed to do was
pop the clear safety cover and press the red button.
The limousine made a
turn and showed up on the next screen.
David tracked it
carefully through the city. It was close to the White House. The
explosion would undoubtedly be heard by the President and the
Secret Service would go into lockdown mode. David watched with
great anticipation as the limousine neared the crucial
intersection.
At this point
everything depended on its taking a right turn. David wiped his
sweaty palms on his pants and counted the seconds.
The vehicle began to
slow and then just as anticipated it turned onto Virginia Avenue
midway between the State Department and the White House. David
breathed a brief sigh of relief and looked to the next monitor, his
fingers poised above the keyboard, prepared to manipulate the
traffic light two intersections away. He could see the parked van
now visible on two of the monitors. He entered the proper command
and held the traffic light on red for another fifteen
seconds.
The limousine's brake
lights came on almost immediately. David popped the plastic cover
on the remote firing device and waited. The long black vehicle
inched its way into position and then when it was a few feet short
David reached over and pressed the red button.