Holy Warrior Trojan Horses. Sheldon Cohen

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СКАЧАТЬ and physically retarded son whose constant care and expense took a toll on him as well as his wife and family.

      Growing up under the Soviet Communist system, Anatoly was a card-carrying Communist, but never made the money or had the benefits that upper echelon Communist political bosses received. When the Soviet Union collapsed, embittered by his personal plight, Anatoly breathed a sigh of relief. However, over time, conditions did not change for him and his family.

      He worked late one evening in order to prepare another batch of smallpox virus to be stored. But, in reality, he had a plan to obtain a good supply of the virus and the anthrax spores and smuggle them out of the country. He was getting older. His health was poor. How much longer would he be around? His wife was also in poor health. Her physical difficulties, complicated by significant worry over her disabled son added up to a chronic depression. Anatoly would not go to his grave without arranging for the long term care of his son that would not include institutionalization. He had made all arrangements. He was content.

      After the threat of smallpox ended, the international community agreed that rather than destroy all smallpox virus remaining, they would keep enough for purposes of research or vaccine development. In Russia, this was his domain.

      CHAPTER 7

      CHECHNYA Abdul Saididov:

      Abdul Saidadov was born and raised in Moscow. His parents had moved to Russia from the Nausky district of Chechnya so his father could take on a temporary teaching assignment at Moscow University. As a child, he and his parents would spend much of the summer in Chechnya’s mountainous terrain where they kept a small home. The rest of the year, he lived and studied in Russia.

      Abdul was educated at the University of Moscow as a bacteriologist and virologist. He had spent much time training in other Russian locations and in Siberia. He then returned to Chechnya to head the microbiology department in the largest hospital in the Nausky district.

      Abdul’s parents moved back to Chechnya, and after the collapse of the Soviet Union, they became leaders in the Chechnya struggle to free themselves from Russian dominance. The Russians would have none of it. They fought against the Chechen rebels with military and economic force. They convinced Iran not to provide support for the rebels who were Muslim zealots bent on overthrowing Russian control of their country and establish an Islamic republic. For this, Iran would get favored nation status including assistance in the development of nuclear power. This interested the Iranians who had hopes of developing the nuclear bomb and becoming a great regional—and world power.

      When Abdul’s parents died—killed in the struggle—a grieving Abdul took up arms where his parents had left off, and he did so with a hate that consumed and changed him. His initial goal—to which he devoted much of his adulthood—was to create an independent Chechen state, but he could only stand by in frustration as the Russians repressed the rebellion. Embittered, he had chosen another route. He realized that the battle against the Russians was too narrow in focus. As a dedicated Islamist, he now had greater goals, and he met them by an alliance with al Qaeda. This posture alienated him from some of his former Chechen allies, but the few that agreed with him dedicated their life to the greater struggle: the one for world dominance under the rule of Allah.

      When the fighting stopped, Abdul returned to the microbiological arena, but he no longer focused on patient care and diagnosis. His outlook had become broader, more global in scope. He would now focus on his area of expertise, virology and bacteriology and their use to advance the cause of global religious war.

      Abdul was a large man for a Chechen. Slightly over six feet in height, he made an imposing figure with a neat, black beard graying at the sides of his chin in sharp contrast to his thick, disheveled eyebrows, angling up at the periphery, giving him a devilish appearance. He was ruggedly handsome with a wind and sunburned face. A large frame, none of it due to fat, added to the impression of power. He had respect for others of his own ilk, was faithful to his God, but his wartime exploits had made him a heartless killer. Orders were never questioned, but were carried out less grave consequences be suffered.

      He still knew Anatoly Shenko with whom he had kept in close contact. Anatoly had the power to make him an important force in the global religious war. He had worked with him in microbiology labs in and around Moscow, in Novosibirsk, and in Gradient. With the changes in the former Soviet Union, Anatoly, always underpaid and under great personal pressure, was desperate to make a living. What he needed was money. What Abdul needed was money. With this in mind, Abdul set out for Waziristan, and his contacts took him to the leaders of Al-Quada.

      A group of masked men armed with Kalashnikoff rifles and grenade launchers met Abdul. His companions were told to go back home. The men took a blindfolded Abdul over mountainous terrain. When they arrived at their destination, they removed his blindfold. He sat on a large square rug, blinked to clear his sight and he saw the same armed masked men standing at his sides. He recognized the men he had come to see, sitting on the other side of the rug.

      He thought, so these are the men who sent a message in blood to the United States, the Great Satan. These are the men who bring Islam to the entire world. They resembled their pictures except for more gray in their beards. Allah had blessed him.

      They feasted and spoke, and three days later, he was back in Chechnya with a promise and a warning. The promise—that an Imam with two chipped front teeth would deliver the money to Abdul and pick up the promised packages from Abdul. The warning—that his life would be forfeit if he reneged on the delivery of what he had promised.

      The meeting took place in the same cave Abdul had found when he was a child playing in the mountains. The entrance to the cave was invisible to any one of the rare villagers who happened to pass by, but if they knew where the hidden, tiny entrance was, they could crawl for fifteen meters and then enter a large empty space with a high ceiling. The room was circular in shape with a diameter of approximately six meters, furnished only with a large square oriental rug bequeathed to Abdul by his father. It was right that the type of meetings held here plays out on his father’s gift, for his father had also been a dedicated Islamist, and Abdul had learned of Allah on his father’s knee. This room was where he would hold secret meetings away from the prowling eyes of his enemies. This was where he met with the Imam, with the two chipped front teeth, and the Imam’s small band of believers who had come all the way from the Pakistan-Afghanistan border. The Imam passed the money to Abdul who in turn passed it to a shadowy round figure with his face draped like a woman who arrived before the Imam had. For this, they received two large boxes, climate controlled, well insulated and heavy. The Imam and his entourage took the boxes and left. The round figure took his money and left.

      Abdul smiled at the ease of the operation. He had been the transfer agent. He was content, for he played a major role in the great global religious war for world control. Soon there would be a decisive blow for Allah.

      CHAPTER 8

      PAKISTAN, The Imam

      “Yes, Yusuf, that is right. The Koran forbids suicide.” The Imam paused. He looked at Yusuf sitting in silence. This was an important day in the learning process. His student, Ben Marzan, an American citizen, given the name of Yusuf, needed careful handling. He was the perfect candidate. He was born of an American mother, who had converted to Islam, and a Muslim father. Yusuf had grown to manhood in the United States, therefore was already assimilated into the culture and for the assigned task, this assimilation was the principle requirement.

      Yusuf, after a year of indoctrination, would be sent back home to the United States and join three others as a group of Trojan Horses and live in the Chicago area where he planned to go to school. Only these Trojan Horses would be different from the Trojan horse as told in Virgil’s Latin poem СКАЧАТЬ