Open Border, Path to Terror
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Manuel mentally thanked the US Federal Government for its position on the border issue. The President and the Federal Government of the United States were more concerned about Mexico becoming a Marxist government than whom or what came over the border into the USA. Those in power in the Texas government were no better. They walked on eggshells, afraid that any action concerning the illegal immigration problem might cost them precious Hispanic votes in any upcoming elections. An open border meant that Manuel and his kind could bring whatever or whomever they wanted into the United States of America with almost total immunity.
Manuel's thoughts refocused on the present. His sharp ears continued to strain to hear anything out of place in the night sounds. Finally, he caught the faint sound of a motor coming his way.
“Down,” he snapped to his charges.
All the bodies behind him immediately hit the ground, lying flat. All but two of them, that is. These two males looked at each other and then inched themselves slightly away from the others before calmly lying flat on the dry landscape. Both moved their right hands into hidden pockets; fingers locking around illegal handguns with sound suppressors that had not been found by the overconfident coyote when he had frisked them.
In the distance, a panel truck was approaching. Manuel could see large letters on the side of the truck proclaiming the truck was owned by a moving company that could move furniture and household goods across the United States cheaper than anyone else could. Manuel knew he was at the right spot. That was guaranteed by the state-of-the-art GPS unit he had in his pocket, but, he wondered, was this the right truck or a trap? As if on cue, the truck stopped and turned off its lights. Manuel waited as the truck idled in the still Texas night air. The coyote could hear the engine of the truck making popping noises as it cooled down. Then a red laser pointer came on, moving slowly in an arch before shutting off. Manuel waited several seconds before he took a laser pointer from his pocket and pointed it at the parked truck. Manuel pressed the button to give two quick bursts and one long, and then he waited. The driver of the truck mimicked the signal back but added an additional quick dash at the end. One more set of laser signals passed between the coyote and the driver before the truck drove up, stopping in front of the human smuggler and his charges.
"Get up here, now,” Manuel snarled in Spanish.
Twelve tired, dirty, hungry Hispanics materialized, rising out of the dry Texas dust like apparitions. Slowly they came shuffling up to the truck.
Manuel counted heads then asked in Spanish, “Where are the other two?”
"Right here,” he heard from behind him.
He spun around, startled, and then heard two extremely quick, soft, whispered coughs. The silenced bullets entered his forehead, mushrooming and bouncing around in the soft tissue of his brain, ending his life before his mind could even question what had happened. The night's silence was broken once more by two additional soft coughs from the passenger's side of the truck. The first killer opened the driver's door of the truck and watched as the driver fell out of the cab onto the sharp pointed cactus plants that littered the dry, Texas border landscape. The driver never felt a single prick of the sharp spines of the cactus. He was just as silent and just as dead as his coyote friend was.
The two men turned and pointed their silenced handguns at the dozen terrified, illegal immigrants and watched as they scattered and ran for their lives. A sneer lifted the right corner of Kamal's mouth. The leader looked into the face of his friend, Hassan. In a Middle Eastern dialect, he instructed the second man to retrieve the money from the coyote's pockets. He knew that each of the illegals had paid the coyote a deposit of $2000.00 and he figured that it would be just wasteful to leave $28,000.00 for the four-legged coyotes and buzzards.
Once Hassan and Kamal had checked to make sure that the rear of the panel truck was empty, they got into the cab of the truck and drove off into the night. Two of the six-man terrorist cell were now in the United States and headed for their new base of operations. Over the next week this scenario would be repeated twice more. Soon, all six men of the terrorist cell would be in place. The team knew the basic plan. They would start to work then await further orders. While they knew what the weapon was, they did not know the two most important aspects of the plot; the specific target or the date the attack would take place.
Because of the open border, it was easy for each two-man team to enter the United States. Each team carried an identical weapon package. Just in case the impossible or improbable actually happened and a part of the cell was discovered and stopped at the border, the lethal weapon would still make it into the Land of Satan. In its current state, each weapon package would do little damage. Of course, once the weapon was properly prepared and dispersed by its ingenious delivery system, it was more likely that hundreds of thousands of the infidels would die. Kamal and Hassan knew this strike would make the people of America forget the event of September 11
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About the Book
Especially in the post 9-11 world, an open border is an open invitation for terrorist activities in the United States. The world is full of individuals that want to harm the American people. One such person is “The Conductor,” a sadistic psychopath and a master of torture. As The Conductor's team of Jihadist terrorists infiltrate the Texas border and prepare a weapon of mass destruction, ordinary people and some extraordinary individuals step up to defend their friends, their country, and the American way of life.
About the Author
Garry Newton drew from his diverse life experiences to put this fictional work down on paper. He is a Registered Nurse and a Viet Nam veteran. He is also an internationally known bronze sculptor of canine art with bronzes on six continents. Garry, along with his wife Judy have successfully raised Salukis for over thirty years. Both are AKC conformation and performance judges. Garry also is very active in IDPA pistol competitions, holding two master and one expert rankings. His daughter is also very active in IDPA.