THE DESOLATE SOUTHLAND

CHAPTER 7: TERRORIST PLOT

Authors note: The plot begins to thicken.

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Afzal Alim hated traveling back and forth from his home in Cambridge, Massachusetts, and his homeland Afghanistan. His parents sent him to school here in the land of the pagans. Harvard University had the best chemistry school in the world and Afzal graduated at the top of his class. Since then he has been teaching pharmacodynamics.

This day is the fifth anniversary of the test run on Sheberghan. Now it is time to meet with ISIS leaders and come up with another plan.

"I've perfected the drug. I now know the concentration of krokodil and scopolamine to cause pain and fear. To be able to control these filthy pagans."

Afzal though about how he and ISIS would be able to control those pagans infected with his synthetic drug to scare and kill those who were not. "So simple," he thought.

"Well, it is going to be a long flight," he said to himself and settled in for a nap.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, you noticed we have started our descent. We will be landing in about 10 minutes at Abu Dhabi International Airport. We hope you enjoyed your flight and as always, thank you for flying, South African Airways."

Afzal, sat up, yawned and stretched.

"Won't be long, me and ISIS leaders will be meeting and deciding when to attack."

Afzal, made his way to pick up his luggage and out to the entrance of the airport. He saw a man dressed in black holding a sign, "Professor Alim."

Afzal approached the young man.

"I am Professor Alim."

"Good day Professor, I am Abdul Jamaal, let me take you luggage. We have quite a long ride to headquarters."

Afzal got into the limo while Jamaal put his luggage in the trunk. He walked around the limo and got in the back on the drivers side.

"Professor, please.". As he handed him a black hood.