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brother.
    “This is serious,” Rasheed said.
    “I know.”
    “One mistake, no matter how minor, could screw up the entire mission. Our brothers are counting on us. This is a war.”
    Darion nodded along.
    “You’re going to have a minute, maybe less to upload the footage after the attack. It has to go directly to the website I gave you. You cannot be distracted in the slightest.”
    “Of course,” Darion said.
    “And I want you to practice, all night if you have to. Shoot some footage here and upload it. The diner, as you know, has free Wi-Fi, but have you asked yourself what you’re going to do if their Wi-Fi is down?”
    Darion thought to himself. “Um.”
    Rasheed slammed his fist on the table, startling Darion.
    “That’s exactly what I’m talking about! This is not a game, dear brother. Allah willing, you will be guided by his hand, but you have to consider everything that could go wrong.”
    “Okay,” Darion said. “I will.”
    “So what are you going to do if the Wi-Fi is down in the diner?”
    “Go somewhere else and upload it?”
    “Exactly. You will have little time, so you must react quickly.”
    “No room for error,” Darion said, memorizing the slogan.
    “That’s correct. There’s a coffee shop next door. A Laundromat next door to that, and so on. I’m counting on you, Darion, and so are all of our brothers.”
    “I will not fail.”
    Rasheed’s stare lightened. He began to blink. “You know I love you, right?”
    “Of course.”
    “And I’m very proud of you.”
    “Yes.”
    “And so is our mother.”
    Darion nodded.
    “Tomorrow morning you will become one of our most honored martyrs in history.”
    Rasheed screwed the top of the tube shut and set it carefully down—five pipe bombs in all, ready to be used against the enemy.
    ***
    After the meeting with his superiors at the FBI, Craig drove home feeling defeated and frustrated. The radio was on a news station that had just gotten back from commercial break.
    “The day before the Minneapolis July Fourth parade, a van carrying 200 pounds of explosives prematurely detonated. The driver, Sayid Awad, a Syrian refugee, was killed in the blast. An investigation underway reports all individuals with links to the planned attack have been detained and held in a undisclosed location due to the sensitive nature of investigation.
    “Residents are urged to remain vigilant despite authorities’ claim of a decline in potential terror attacks. In response to the parade's success and that of celebrations all over the country, the president spoke earlier today to reaffirm his stance that terrorists are losing at home and abroad.”
    Craig turned the dial off and drove in silence from the FBI headquarters to his quaint home in the Maryland suburbs—just outside the city of Rockville. He missed his family and had been away from them the past week while conducting the investigation in Minneapolis. Being away from home was always the hardest part of the job.
    And while he'd always wanted to work for the FBI, as far back as high school, he had never been so felt quite so disillusioned with the bureau. After reuniting with them upon returning, he wanted to see his wife, Rachael, and son, Nick, again more than ever. He just hoped he could put on a happy face.
    Rachael taught seventh grade at Robert Frost Middle School, while Nick was just about to begin eighth grade at the very same school. Since leaving the FBI building, Craig hadn't called Rachael to say that he was coming home. He didn't want to dump his problems on her or anyone else. He stared ahead at the road, thinking of a solution—some kind of way around the roadblocks his superiors had placed around him.
    He came to his neighborhood street adorned with maple trees and their Crimson King-colored leaves. Upon seeing the familiar houses passing by, Craig gradually began to feel better. His home was in view on the cul-de-sac at the end of Tilford Lane—the street they had lived on for the