An Encounter in Atlanta

An Encounter in Atlanta


Ed Howdershelt

Table of Contents
Book Information
Prologue



Chapter 1



Chapter 2



Chapter 3

Chapter 4



Chapter 5



Chapter 6



Chapter 7



Chapter 8



Chapter 9

Chapter 10



Chapter 11



Chapter 12



Chapter 13



Chapter 14



Chapter 15

Chapter 16



Chapter 17



Chapter 18



Chapter 19



Chapter 20



Chapter 21

Chapter 22



Chapter 23



Chapter 24
Prologue
Ahmed Musaffi combined three prayers on Friday afternoon; one for his family, one for
himself, and one for success in his holy mission. He then got into the yellow Crown
Victoria that had been provided for the occasion and drove the few miles from Cascade
Heights into downtown Atlanta through a drizzling rain.
The Crown Vic had been 'heavily customized' -- a choice of words that had been a source
of great amusement among those who had labored for a week to pack the trunk and every
concealable square inch of the car with plastic explosive.
Every little bump in the road bottomed-out the shocks and springs, and despite what he'd
been told about his load being detonated only by radio, Ahmed flinched hard at every jolt
and swore viciously at the other cars around him.
A red, hard plastic suitcase shifted slightly on the seat next to him. Ahmed reached to
push it back in place and briefly cursed the fool who'd perched it there, although no wires
showed and there was no chance the case would fall.
At a red light one block from his goal, Ahmed wiped his face on his sleeves and repeated
part of his last prayer -- the part for himself -- one more time as he twisted his grip on the
steering wheel.
Clusters of people hurried across the street, some in various costumes he recognized.
Spiderman led Wonder Woman at a laughing dash to the shelter of an awning, where they
were joined by Lara Croft, a tall, furry creature, and a couple of white-armored

stormtroopers.
Ridiculous fantasies of the unfaithful, thought Ahmed. There was only one true book
under heaven and no man had ever been so foolish as to try to make a movie of it.
Ahmed's little group had been instructed to strike on the second day of the science fiction
convention. No reasons had been given for choosing this particular event as a target and
-- as far as Ahmed was concerned -- none were required. Their leader had spoken, and his
words were the words of Allah in matters of their holy cause.
When the light turned green, Ahmed's jangling nerves caused him to goose the gas pedal.
The back tires spun uselessly on the wet pavement until he rather shakily let up on the
gas a bit.
Continuing up the street, he turned left into the covered driveway of the Rivage Hotel's
reception area and joined a line of cars waiting their turns to load or offload passengers
and luggage at the big glass doors at the top of the driveway.
Ahmed's was the fifth car in line when a family of five came through those doors and
walked past him, evidently on their way to some part of the science fiction convention.
The three children all wore costumes; the two boys were waving their hollow plastic
lightsabres at each other and the blonde girl -- perhaps as old as twelve -- was wearing a
Batgirl costume and slinging her cape dramatically as she walked.
A pang of pity lanced through Ahmed, but then he remembered his teachings, hardened
his heart, and severely chastised himself for his momentary weakness.
They were just infidels. Untaught, unholy, and therefore unfit to live. He moved forward
another carlength, and again watched the family in his rearview mirror as they stood
waiting to cross the street.
The blonde girl grinningly faced into the gusting wind to make her cape billow behind
her. Too bad, Ahmed thought appraisingly. The girl might possibly have been found
worthy of conversion to Islam.
Or not, he appended, remembering the dancers at the strip club the night before. After all,
even infidel females were good for purposes of pleasure and labor. In the pure world that
he and other holy martyrs would bring into being, their children would be raised
according to the teachings of the Prophet and the women would be allowed to live only
so long as they dutifully served the righteous and faithful.
The car by the doors moved away as people got