Chapter 479

Tuesday was a nervous waiting game, there were two calls. The first was from Rafi Quastri to the Prince. Apparently there was no time limit on their conversations; the call lasted an hour. The Prince was adamant that he wanted no changes to the plans; just forget about the gun part. The simultaneous attacks would send the message he wanted.

Prince Abdulraouf al-Zahab had been in contact with Venezuelan arms dealer Alejandro Hernandez about the missing machine guns and been assured that it was cartel infighting that was responsible. With the current escalating cartel war in northern Mexico, there was no safe way to send any guns to the United States on short notice until it was over.

Border patrol was checking everything trying to come across. Even the independents had stopped trying to smuggle drugs and people across for the time being.

Hernandez assurances calmed fears that their plans had been leaked.

The second call was between Rafi Quastri and Saif and it was a short call; four minutes. Saif wanted to have the leaders go scout the six colleges again. Rafi Quastri shut down that idea immediately; they had already been there too many times in his opinion. He felt they had all the information they needed.

The tickets had already been bought. The conversation reveled that the plan was to place all ten bombers in one major section of the stadium. By staying in the same area, it would reduce accidental exposure going through different checkpoints.

The rest of Tuesday was spent ordering and verifying dozens of 100-foot man-lifts, with platforms, that would be on site Thursday. The DHS and FBI needed time to camouflage the sides to conceal there were sharp shooters and possibly scanners disguised as TV cameras in them.

Then there was the problem of getting SWAT teams organized and in place for Friday. To add complications, I could not neglect all the other college games. There were literally hundreds of high school and other college games this weekend.

Before I left I sent an advisory raising the alert to red for Thursday and Friday to all towns and cities holding major sporting events.

I did one last thing before I walked out the door; I called General Fillmore, “Schedule the raid on the farm in Minnesota for Friday at 1500. As far as I am concerned, drop a MOAB on the site if there is enough distance from any residential areas. We know for sure it is heavily booby trapped; expect causalities.”

“I will take that under consideration,” the General replied.

Wednesday was filled with surprises and disappointments; the surprise was that the thirty Mossad agents were coming early. They were here now and they would spend the day at the gym and the night at the Horsey house.

Vicky was going to run them through taking pictures for JBG ID cards as a cover and Marcy was going to issue them corporate credit cards with a $5000 limit, in case there was anything they had forgotten or needed, including gifts to take home.

JBG was forbidden to pay them but I could get around that rule.

Tomorrow morning they were splitting up, flying to the various cities. A conference VCATS would inform the DHS local director they were coming and how they were to use them.

Another positive was that there were now ten couples temporary living in the two houses next to Rafi Quastri’s learning center.

The harassment of infidels next to the center started immediately; now I knew why the owners were so eager to get away. JBG buying the two houses threw a wrench into the long term planning.

That plan was to drive the housing prices to nothing by harassing anyone trying to live there and take over the entire area.

The very first day- even though there were plenty of parking spaces inside the center - cars were parked across the driveway blocking our cars in. The operators of those cars ran to the center when Bill approached them.

The cars were parked bumper to bumper but that was no problem for the ten fit men. Cars today are built light for increased fuel economy. The guys simply rolled them up on the roof and kept the roll going until they were on their roofs on the opposite sidewalk. They did that to the cars parked in front of both houses. Bill then called 911 on a burn phone and watched the commotion out the window.

That afternoon old Mack dump trucks - and I mean old - replaced the cars. So old they did not have ignition switches, just a throw switch and a three stick multiplex transmission; they must not have thought anyone but they could drive something like that.

Howie backed the thing up tight against the front door of the center while Roscoe backed the other up to the rear door. Howie sent me pictures. Both doors opened out; they were going to have to crawl out a window to move the truck or call someone.