Akram ‘Pock-Mark’ looked up briefly as the last tip of Portugal disappeared into the murky horizon. He had dreaded the transition from the relatively calm Mediterranean Sea back to the wildness of the Atlantic Ocean. The swell below him had ensured he had been reacquainted with almost every morsel that had past his lips in the previous two weeks. Another wave hit the boat, quickly followed by a further wave of nausea. He bent over and tried desperately to throw up. However, his stomach had been empty for some time.
“Are you OK, Sir?” asked one of his men from behind.
Quite the stupidest question he had been asked but he was in no position to answer. He could do nothing but wave the idiot away as he continued to wretch. He prayed for Allah to help him overcome the sickness. They had work to do. With everything now in place, it was imperative they not be stopped and searched. The Israelis knew about the weapons and if the Israelis knew, their allies would be alerted. That brought the US into the picture. If the US was involved, the UK would be brought in and if they were in, the Europeans would be warned. In short, once the Israelis knew, they had to assume pretty much every major intelligence and armed forces in the world would be on the look-out for the weapons and either a boat or a plane that could transport the weapon to America.
Pock-Mark had alerted his men to enact the next stage of their plan. Once they had cleared and were out of sight of landfall, a few selected containers would be moved on deck. Their outward facing panels had been painted in such a way that from a distance, they would appear to be part of the hull. The ship’s structure would, to all intents and purposes, change and not by chance. From a distance, it resembled a US Navy supply ship. The movement of the containers had the added bonus of creating a wall behind which Pock-Mark’s men could train. In addition, a huge tarpaulin now stretched across the top of the tallest containers, creating a vast roof over an indoor warehouse which expelled the constant drizzle and more importantly, the burning focus of American satellites.