morning in July he awoke to find a yellow eight by ten envelope that had been slipped under the door. It was written in Arabic and told of great things to come soon.Ayman al-Zawahiri warned of a great sign from Ali.The stained letter told of a great plan that if successful would tell him to move forward. He was to meet the next morning with the money cell but only if this bright, clear morning showed him a clear sign. Strolling down the sidewalk he stumbled into a little cafe. He noticed the tiny television that was on a self behind the counter. CNN was turned up loud , Paula Zahn was making some wise crack to Bill Hemmer, the time was 8:36am. Ordering coffee from the cute blond waitress , he spotted a local newspaper on the table next to the counter. The header read "Toronto Star Wednesday Sept 11,2001".
They sat in the small cramped apartment, just him and the leader of the money cell. With the world in a state of grief, anger,looking for revenge, they talked of money, money for the mission that would cripple the evil west once and for all. Knowledge that three hundred million dollars had been collected over a twenty year period, had given him a harm feeling inside. It was time to move forward. Ali had spoken, spoken loud and clear, the infidels must die.
Five years would be spent under the radar. Five years of purchasing the necessary equipment needed to execute the mission. Four commercial properties were possessed for just under twenty one and a half million dollars. The first was a four story building located on the corner of the once vital Queen St.& Erie Ave. Once known to be occupied by a clothing store. Rosbergs had been the place to shop for years. Soon it would be remembered for housing 250 jihadist. It was the perfect location, for it was not only two hundred yards to the rear entrance of the Niagara Regional Police station, located on Morrison but was less then a hundred yards from city hall. Building two and three had to be in close proximity to one another. Provincial Crane was operated from a building on the corner of Ferguson & Victoria. Exactly point six six miles away, over a small overpass crossing railway tracks that ventured through some local lumber yards, sat building number three, the burnt out remains of Kimberly Clark. A fourth building would be needed to house the tankers. St Catharines was a historic town fifteen minutes away. Located on Louth St.previously housed by Bizarre Novelties, across from Ridley College would be the place
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