The box that held the bomb was about to do its deadly job. The blast would shake the small town and blow out a thousand windows. The shattered metal fragments from the bomb would kill any living thing within five hundred feet that wasn’t sheltered. The intended victim was anybody living in the shit-hole of a town. It would be another job well done.

It was just another Midwestern town but the black Cadillac wasn’t just another car parked in front of the hotel.  It was about dusk and the sun was falling fast but the crowds were getting a lot bigger.  The man leaning on the Cadillac didn’t look like a slouch but he had a criminal record a mile long.  Once in a while the man would push off the Cadillac a little and lean forward to look down the street.  During the past four hours he would walk in the rear entrance of the neighboring drug store and buy some coffee, a bag of potato chips and even a few candy bars.

Maybe a moment before the sun was down he took his powerful scope out from under the newspaper on the hood of his Cadillac and magnified his view a thousand time.  The hand held military night and day vision scope wasn’t attached to a high powered rifle because that was still in the trunk of his Cadillac.  This electronic scope was a very special attachment that only Israel deployed within their MI-3 ranks because it was always used as kindling for a bigger fire.

The box that held the bomb was about to do its deadly job.  The blast would shake the small town and blow out a thousand windows.  The shattered metal fragments from the bomb would kill any living thing within five hundred feet that wasn’t sheltered.  The intended victim was anybody living in the shit-hole of a town.  It would be another job well done.