CHAPTER 34
In a most diabolical fashion, he had designed this particular bomb by applying the simple laws of physics to create an indefensible projectile.
The ferry’s hull might withstand a single plate, but not the ten that David had positioned in the U-Haul’s undercarriage, which would cut a ten-foot hole in the ship’s steel body.
Another ten plates that David had built into the truck faced upward, toward the passenger deck.
He had angled the ceiling plates to maximize the fan of death that would further escalate when the U-Haul disintegrated into the ferry, becoming its own lethal weapon.
David would soon have the honor and pleasure of firing the first shot in the battle waged from across the ocean by the man in Paris, sending the children of the Great Satan to hell.
He took one last look at the ignition device he had concealed in the closest disk, then worked his way down his checklist:
Turn on small cellular phone attached to fuse igniter and check that it has network capability.
Make sure second cell phone is turned off; place that phone inside waterproof bag, then put bag inside small backpack.
Slide shut truck’s roll-up door.
Walk to aft end of vehicle berth.
Signal boat waiting to make pickup.
Making sure he wasn’t seen, David slipped over the railing and onto the fantail, then ducked behind the vehicle ramp. Pulling out a flashlight with a red lens covering the bulb, he started pushing the On/Off button in a series of flashes toward the darkness.
When red flashes began to reply in kind, David breathed a sigh of relief. His pick-up boat was on time. Soon he would meet a man like him—one who believed it was Allah’s will to blessedly destroy the godless heathens.
David took one last look at the armed U-Haul and jumped into the water.