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They wouldn’t be captured, not even alive.
    The plans were focused in attack the
trains.
    The modus operandi was pretty much the same,
it wouldn’t be as spectacular as the twin towers fall, but they
could do a great damage.
    American trains are very fast and large, all
that mass multiplied by the high speed comes to a huge destruction
potential.
    They are also very safe, it’s almost
impossible for a train to collide head-on with another; the system
has many alternatives for each mistake.
    Everything was harder.
    – These Americans are paranoid – they
complaint –, they have security enforcement all over the place!
    They asked Samira to download a video
they’ve seen on TV. A recreation of a big disaster that happened
years before.
    A ferryboat bumped into a rotating bridge,
minutes before the passage of a high speed train.
    The impact of the ferry in one of the ends
dislocated the bridge a little bit.
    The disaster was huge. That was it! Instead
of the ferry bump, suicide bombers would move a bridge seconds
before the train arrives.
    Samira did what they told her to, she was
fighting for her life... Even so, thinking she could be part of
such an atrocity was killing her.
     
    That was a night like many others; they were
all retiring to bed.
    Samira woke up with the sound of helicopters
far way. At the first shot, she got up and began to run. Everybody
was running, trying to understand what was happening. Amal goes to
check on Bin, she knows he’s the target. She looks through a window
and sees Samira holding her scarf and running to the chicken
coop.
    - This Brazilian is crazy – mumbles Amal, to
herself. – Better this way, I think she was starting to threaten
me. When everyone finds out that, in a moment like this, she was
taking care of the chickens, they will laugh at her. Stupid
girl!
     
    In the middle of that troubled dark night,
Samira removes the boards, hidden by the frame she built, passes
through the hole and gets out into the channel, outside the
house.
    She goes along the small trickle of water
toward the trees. When she comes to the forest, the flash of the
explosion of a helicopter illuminates the sky. The shots cut the
air. It was an attack for real, nobody would survive. She runs a
little longer between trees and comes to the street.
    People are coming out of the houses to see
what happens. She joins a group that runs away from the combat and
comes to the main street.
    Then she gets on the first bus that passes,
it goes to Islamabad, a blessing.
     
    She puts one hand into the pocket, caresses
her Brazilian passport first and then her credit card.
    Samira passes the other hand on her neck and
follows a pendant that hangs her memory card, the spreadsheet with
the transactions and all the passwords. Only Bin and she knew those
accounts.
     
    Whatever happens in the coming days,
everyone will be too busy putting themselves together.
    Probably, for all purposes, she’ll be the
widow of a very important man, every Muslim should watch over
her.
     
    Sammy will have time to find a
safe place and enjoy the rest of her life as a free and rich
woman. Very rich.

 
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978-85-914195-5-5