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warriors’ weapons strike fear into the Crusaders will the people of the West understand that they are led by agents of Shaitan who keep them from the one true faith.”
    Ghazi’s eyes were bright fires, and David’s mind whirled with the purity of his logic. The Western powers could never allow the spread of Islam. If their citizens accepted Allah and lived according to the teachings of the Koran, there would be no need for godless capitalism and corrupt religions. He had seen the low morals of the West. Not just in Christians and Jews, but in Muslims like Nazar Eudon, with his private plane, liquor cabinet, and executive slut.
    “You are right to speak of these things, Imam Ghazi,” David said. ”I share your devotion, and I understand your need for a weapon powerful enough to correct the balance of power.” David smiled; his nanobots could become the weapon they sought. He looked into their eyes, each in turn. “It is for this that Allah has brought me to Jeddah. I can help in your quest.”
    “ Allahu Akbar ,” the Imams said together. “Come, let us give thanks to Him.” Ali led them to the prayer space. They set their mats in a line beneath the splendid dome. David knelt between the two holy men and they prayed with one voice. In David’s mind, at that moment, they sealed a covenant in front of Allah.
    For the rest of the day they discussed David’s requirements for a laboratory. Ghazi spoke of his resistance group, which he called, Allah’s Revenge. David thought the title fitting and just.

    After David left, the Imams sat in Ali’s office, taking tea.
    “The Saudi connection has funded two attacks,” Ali said.
    “If Dawud speaks correctly about his weapon, obtaining further funds should not be an impediment.”
    “Agreed.” Ali replaced his cup on the table. “Was he what you expected?”
    “Not at all, but the longer I spoke with him the more impressed I became. He has an extraordinary mind. Do you believe he will follow through? Once he returns to America this . . .” Ghazi made a broad sweep with his arm, “. . . may appear too difficult and dangerous.”
    “Dawud had an epiphany at Mecca,” Ali said, “I have guided him in the direction Allah wishes, but to be sure I have asked my brother to speak of our hopes for him as a captain in Allah’s Revenge. Dawud feels obligated to his father, as a good son should.”
    Ghazi raised his eyebrows. “He does not know you are his uncle?”
    “My older brother was ever the wisest in our family. He decided long ago, when the Israelis killed our parents, that we would be a more potent force if we developed individual identities.”
    “In this, it seems he was correct,” Ghazi said.
    Ali nodded his agreement.
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    Back home in his parents’ doublewide, David’s father treated him as a returning hero. For a week, they prayed and reflected on his experience in Mecca. The Zamzam water took pride of place on the mantelpiece. His baba encouraged David to aid Imam Ghazi in his fight.
    In November, he returned to Nazar’s Phoenix laboratory and began his preparations.
    By January, he was ready.
    Last to leave the lab, David crossed to the safe where the “virginbots” were secured: the pure, un-imprinted nanobots from which all other bots were grown. He swiped his access card. Air hissed as it vented into the safe’s vacuum. Once the pressures equalized, he opened the thick metal door. The lab’s twenty-four-hour video surveillance system recorded his every move.
    The virginbots were housed in ten glass vials packed in foam inside a stainless-steel cylinder the size of a soda can. He donned an oven-glove modeled after Mickey Mouse’s hand, a running joke among the lab technicians and scientists. He would miss working with his colleagues, but he had a higher purpose to fulfill.
    David carried the cylinder across the lab to the programming chamber—a four-foot-square, carbon-free-glass glove box. The apparatus allowed an