Alea Jacta Est: A Novel of the Fall of America (Future History of America Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

fade into the background, pushed
aside for another day.

ARIZONA
Scorched Earth
     
    JUST OUTSIDE FLAGSTAFF,
Arizona, the sun was starting to disappear over the mountains to the west. 
Hakim shrugged under the weight of his backpack.  He looked around.  No one was
nearby.  He had not expected to run into anyone, but he had to be cautious. 
His car remained on the shoulder of the road, parked and locked.  Technically,
he was breaking the law by leaving his vehicle on this high mountain pass.  An
abandoned car along the narrow road as it wound its way around the top of the
valley could cause a fatal accident.
    Hakim
smiled as he climbed up the steep embankment away from the road and into the
pine trees.  He was headed up to the top of the mountain.  Absently, he
realized he did not even know the mountain’s name.  He shrugged under the
weight of his backpack.  It didn’t matter.  He knew he was supposed to be on
this road and drive south to mile marker 56.  There he was to park his car,
climb to the top and rendezvous with his as yet unknown partner.  While he
didn’t know it, sleeper cells such as his were being activated all across
America this night.  The time had finally come.  It had been almost a year
since he had passed on his idea and the tree was finally bearing fruit.
    The
Thousand, full of righteous anger, as Hakim, had received instructions for this
night.  This was the night they had dreamed about for years.  The night for
which they had trained, prepared, watched, and waited.  This was the night all
the suffering of their brothers and sisters in Islam would be avenged.  This
was the night Hakim paid America back for destroying everything it touched with
its foul corrupting influence.
    And it
would all start with his car bomb.  He smiled and relished his little moment of
pride.  His handler had advised him not to deviate from the plan put in place
by the Fist leadership, but Hakim figured it was Allah’s will that the idea
came to him in the first place.  Best not to go against Allah’s will.  Besides,
the car bomb would start off the night on a good note.  A bloody note.
    Operational
security dictated he could never know the identity of his handler.  Even the
handler did not know who Hakim really was, though the handler knew he was
responsible for three sleepers, such as Hakim.  Such it went, up the chain of
command.  That way, if one cell or handler was captured by the Americans,
interrogated and then talked, at most only four operatives would be lost.  No
one knew the person above or below them.  They only knew that there were operatives above and below.  It was simple and effective. 
    The classic
terror-cell.  It had worked on 9-11 and it would work now.  The Americans were
too soft; they valued their rights and liberties to the point of absurdity. 
Tonight, Hakim resolved, they would pay for their naivety.  He banished a
thought that popped into his head which proclaimed America’s strength was due
to those rights and liberties he sought to exploit.  After tonight it would
matter little either way.
    Hakim began
to sweat as he climbed.  His twisted path through the whispering mountain pines
took him further and further away from booby-trapped car.  He smiled again,
thinking about the surprise anyone would find should they tamper with his car. 
Chances are it would be a police officer, sent to investigate an abandoned
vehicle.  The driver’s side door was wired to a rudimentary homemade explosive
fitted to the underside of the car in and around the chassis so it would be
invisible to the casual observer.  To see it, one would have to jack the car up
first, then know right where to look.  He hoped it was a cop who tried
the handle.  He hated American police officers.  They were the enforcers of
America’s perverted and immoral laws.  In his mind, there was no law besides
Allah’s.  Islam is Islam and everything else is corrupt.
    Hakim had
taken care to go to