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They were men with clean records who purchased guns across several months at gun shows or on the used market. Never in bulk, just one or two at a time, and paid for with cash. Ironically, a number of weapons originated from the infamous Fast and Furious scheme, gleefully given to them by the cartels helping to transport jihadists across Mexico to the American border.
    The Kevlar bulletproof vests and other equipment were purchased one at a time from a number of different sources so as to not draw notice. Some were found on Craigslist. They moved the weapons to the more than thirty jump-off points for attack by tucking them under suitcases, inside golf bags, and among the overloaded vehicle of a family with several children in tow going on a vacation trip. The jihadists who would actually do the killing, until the day before the attack, were free of the encumbrance of a weapon in case of the random chance of being stopped. The handlers would be their drivers on the day of the attack and if random chance resulted in their being caught prior to the attack, they would appear to be either gang members moving weapons for M-13 or some other cartel gang, or just lone lunatics.  
    But none were caught. Security had held so far. Each team worked in isolation; only a few in ISIS knew the entire plan. If any one team was stopped prior to the day, the confession was the intent to shoot a plane down as it took off, thus focusing the typical American media panic on airports.  
    They were forbidden under threat of eternal damnation to breathe a word of what they knew of the plan. But two broke that rule: one with a team north of New Orleans, the other, in Las Vegas, who got drunk and slipped up in public during an argument with an equally drunk marine who was on leave and made a comment about “damned ragheads.”
    Las Vegas, which, as the heart of America's decadence, was one of the most ideal of targets and was coveted by all while in training. However, it was decided the attack in that region would hit in the area of Reno, sticking to the plan not to strike within any major city. As the brawl erupted, the fool had spoken in Arabic that soon the infidel would truly learn to fear, for the day of wrath was at hand. His comrades uttered apologies as they dragged him back to his room. The next day at a cheap hotel on the far side of town, he died from an injection to simulate a drug overdose. The same was done to the too-loquacious one in New Orleans. Speedball overdoses were, of course, part of the American scene. Overdosed bodies, even Middle Eastern ones, rarely drew notice beyond a local news report. So far there had been no wider reaction. Such things surfaced in the news for a single cycle then as quickly disappeared.  
    In the final forty-eight hours, the teams moved to their strike positions. After months of planning, tensions began to run high, as they always do before battle. One team member had actually gone off half-cocked in Syracuse. For reasons the rest of his unit did not know, he had driven away from the hotel where they had rendezvoused that morning with the handler who had transported their weapons and equipment. He had slipped out, taking the handler’s car, and hit their target on his own. This had sent out a ripple of warning. Before he was killed, he had murdered four and wounded ten.  
    They had been trained for the possibility that one of their team might be spotted and captured, but not for one of them going off on his own crazed spree just hours before the real attack was to take place. The group immediately split up, going underground to sweat out the final twenty-four hours and not breaking silence. Each would now have to act on his own as best he could, but their main target was abandoned.
    As to the activity of the team south of Austin, which the American media was reporting as the murder of three border security guards, it had been a random pullover by border patrol that had resulted in the three agents