Day of Wrath Read Online Free PDF Page A

prayers, until the final hour before the assault began. Until then, blend in with your foe so adroitly that he will not question. If there is a question, he will fear to ask it because that is their culture.
    None of the targets was within fifty kilometers of a major city. That was another strength of their plan: to avoid the major cities where the random chance of passing someone on a street might trigger a recognition by someone trained well enough to recognize the wolf moving silently amongst the sheep. The caliph reinforced that the slightest failure or lapse in the United States would result in damnation and execution and, if shown to be egregious, their families would pay the price as well.
    Of course there was always the random chance of something going wrong: a traffic accident, a drunk driver, perhaps an American veteran of Afghanistan or Iraq who just might take a second look. And such an event did happen. An angry American veteran claimed he recognized a jihadist. The jihadist left the fast food restaurant with his American handler, the vet following and shouting a challenge. The handler reacted brilliantly and as trained, shouting back that the American was a racist, even as he thanked him for his service to our country. His cries of racism prompted those who were standing nearby and watching to back off and to even offer apologies, warning the veteran to leave the two innocent men alone.  
    Gradually the thirty-plus teams came together around the country, going to ground several hundred miles or more away from what would be their final targets. The teams were made up of three to seven jihadists, depending on their target and mission. The cover of some was to attend a trade show or convention. Others were on vacation, such as the team assigned to the state of Maine, which stayed for a week in Atlantic City where they gambled and play-acted that they were rich Dubai bastards out for a little fun, while waiting for the count-down, waiting for the coded message that would not even be sent via the internet.  
    The message that the attack was to be unleashed was actually a news story about one of their leaders being executed as a traitor. After weeks of staying well-hidden in the midst of the enemy, the news story came. It was first broadcasted by Al-Jazeera that one of the top commanders of ISIS had been denounced as a CIA spy and beheaded. It was picked up by the American media within the hour, Fox News had experts on within three hours, speculating that a breakdown was occurring within ISIS, and perhaps the enemy was turning on itself. ISIS even released footage of the execution to lend credence to the story. The man executed had been marked by their leader for termination anyhow; his faith was wavering. The execution was the signal to initiate the attack two mornings later, just before noon, eastern time. No transmission, no internet, a news story as the only signal.  
    The team assigned to Maine left Atlantic City that same day, skirting wide around New York City and staying within the speed limit, looking like five businessmen traveling to a conference, and always speaking English. They purchased cell phones at convenience stores but turned them off. They stowed golf bags in the back of the SUV for their vacation jaunt to Maine while other teams headed to a beach house party in Daytona, a family reunion in Marietta, Georgia, a conference in Springfield, Illinois, a trip to see friends in Oklahoma City, and a trip to buy a boat outside of Seattle.
    The tools they needed had been carefully moved weeks earlier, one piece or several at a time. For the Maine team, an American handler who had been positioned far ahead of the jihadists who would carry out the attacks went to a famous mail order house in Freeport for fishing supplies and then purchased additional equipment. American handlers, so called “sleeper agents,” had infiltrated into America long before the plans for the attack were laid out and trained for.