longer useful, you or one of your team will kill me. Do you really think threatening my life is any way to motivate
me?”
For a brief, but not too brief, moment, Ramesh thought about offing him right there on the street in front of everyone. The
only thing that stopped him was thinking about how he would explain it to the man in the suit. On short notice he could not
come up with a story that was convincing in his own mind. The cleric visit by itself wouldn't cover it. Ramesh also knew there
was no way he would be the one sitting in Holy Quran discussions with a cleric.
Nedim stopped at home, packed a lunch, then walked to work. This time Umar accompanied him, but they did not speak. When he
arrived at work there was a fax for him waiting at his desk.
I have escalated your issue to the highest authority.
God is Great.
John had understood his message and informed others above him. If there was any cross communications between cells, those
Nedim worked with would know in a matter of days. In a week or so, the bulk of his email would stop. Only those under deep
cover who do not communicate until necessary would send him anything. Perhaps before then he will have outlived his usefulness.
Nedim threw the fax in the shred bin. A Funny thing about working for an off-shore consulting company, everything you needed
to destroy evidence was right here in the office.
***
John knew he should not have sent the fax to Nedim, but they had been intertwined in this for some time. He needed to pass
along the information to the leaders he knew about so they could arrange for his relocation. Nedim was a good Muslim, but
not a great Muslim. If he was squeezed, he would give up John. As long as John had an Internet connection he could obscure
the IP address and continue to function without being located, he just had to move before he was located now since Nedim knew
where he worked and the infidels probably had a couple of his work emails. Those fax numbers went to physical addresses. He
had to be a long way from here by tomorrow.
A new passport and identity were being delivered to him within the hour. He would move to another tech center and hide among
the population. This time he would be living in Bangalore. Technical support centers were so desperate there he didn't have
to fill out an application. Simply speak clear enough English during the interview and answer two out of five technical questions
correctly. If you were willing to start off with a pathetic salary, you walked out of the interview and started your shift.
Most people hated working at the call centers, but not John. It provided him with income and didn't cloud his mind when he
left. His real occupation was communications relay center for al-Qaeda.
His computer at home had to be left on to retrieve all email to an encrypted folder. He received more than 500 emails per
day. He never bothered to decode them, he simply didn't have the time. There were now 14 cells for whom he handled communications.
Most ISPs in this country would bounce your email after you received 200 messages. John couldn't risk that. Many of the soldiers
in the field used libraries and colleges to send email to him. He couldn't risk a bounced email landing in an administrators
folder. It might actually be looked at and figured out.
John kept up on all of the latest technology trends. He read the industry trade magazines during every free moment. He didn't
read as much to satisfy a thirst for knowledge as to find out anything new that was mentioned about surveillance and viruses.
He ran every kind of virus scanner imaginable. The last thing he wanted was some Trojan horse piggy backing on an email message
that would give him up to the authorities.
This may be India, but he would not have a trial here. At best he would get a brief pass in front of news cameras with officials
denouncing him as a terrorist, then he would be executed. The “best”
Patrick Lewis, Christopher Denise