As he stood blankly staring out over the great cataracts, a smile came to his dark, handsome, yet cold hard face. The last decade he had lived for this very moment. Planning stages had taken that long to implement. Buildings had to be purchased, variety of vechiles were to be acquired, personal slowly placed into the fabric of the local culture, fuel tankers needed to be converted into bombs on wheels, small aircraft would also be needed. He had orchestrated this all under the guiding hand of none other then Usama himself. It all came down to this last text message......