Kaamil stood in the dark, looking down at the lights along the street below that wound through the office park. It was the quiet hour before sunrise. He had spent the night in his office after leaving the house where his three jihadists were preparing to go after the attorney. The three were among the first group of ten trained at their facility east of Mount Hood. Each had proven to be proficient with the weapons they were provided, from knives to rocket-propelled grenades. There was no reason they should have had any trouble killing one attorney asleep in his farmhouse.
But something was wrong. They should have called as soon as the man was dead. A slight delay might be expected, but not a delay of two hours. Kaamil felt the creeping dread of failure swirl around him, like fog rising at sunset.
His cleanup team handled the security chief at Martin Research without a problem, and he expected this team to dispose of the attorney just as easily. If they were arrested, they had the number of an attorney who would immediately notify him. If the mission had to be called off for some reason, they were instructed to call before turning back. None of these things had happened. None of them.
Kaamil took a deep breath and turned back to his desk. He sat down and began another encrypted email to Malik.
The men I sent after the attorney haven’t returned. They haven’t contacted me and I fear they won’t. What do you suggest? K
Twenty minutes after he hit send, his screen signaled a message.
These men must not be traced back to us. Find out what happened and where they are. If they aren’t dead, make sure they are. If they are dead, create a diversion. Call our friends and have them protest Muslim discrimination, profiling and police abuse of deadly force. Turn up the heat and the media will do the work for us. We only need less than a week without interference. Use the fear of bad publicity to slow the police down. M
Kaamil pulled up the list of friends Malik referred to, and began a series of calls. By the time the morning commute was over, there would be an outcry from the Muslim community about three brothers who were missing. The media would pick it up in time for the evening news, and would make the weekend a busy one for every law enforcement agency eager to prove they weren’t responsible.
Once again, Kaamil marveled at the wisdom of their leader.