“I will cooperate! How do you know so much? We were told you are some kind of maniac… with no resources. How could you know?”
“I am El Muerto. That is all you need know. I can also find out every lie you tell within an hour of the time the lie leaves your mouth. El Muerto is also himself a talented lie detector who will instruct El Kabong to bleach you the moment I even think you’re telling a lie. El Muerto has made errors before. It is an inexact science so for your own sake be very convincing with the details. We will begin with the couples at the Boston Harbor Hotel. Tell me what their part is now.”
When Dabor hesitated for a split second, John moved toward him while uncapping the bleach jug.
“Wait! I needed a second… to get it right!”
“Do so now or Kabong clears your skin rash.”
“They…they will be decoys to our real plan at the dock. We have already smuggled into their suites everything imaginable, including rocket launchers, all brought in over time, one case at a time using hotel personnel to transport the weapons inside the rooms. The suites are so large as to be veritable armories. Our people stay in the suites while cleaning is done. They have harbor views from the room balconies.”
“Oh shit…” Gus muttered. “I’m getting visions of what they have in mind, Muerto.”
“As am I,” Nick replied. “Go on, Dabor.”
“One couple will fire indiscriminately into the harbor, ships, and building with the rockets, turning to machine gun fire on everything below. The second couple will guard the passageways with grenades and machine guns. They are to run along, breaking into all nearby rooms, killing the occupants. They will guard the hallway approaches and disable the elevators. It would not have even been suicidal… if you had not found out about them. They were to escape in the confusion.”
Nick made instant decisions on actions to be taken as Dabor spoke, suppressing the urge to cut the man into pieces. He had no intention of revealing knowledge about the main harbor topic without Dabor mentioning it first. “Describe the plan for your main target. Pretend I don’t know what it is already. If I don’t hear truth, Kabong bleaches you.”
John moved closer with Dabor trying to cringe backwards out of the chair he was duct taped to. “The Queen Mary II! There are many members of the Royal Family aboard incognito. Once the ship is ported and tied up properly at the dock, it will be a signal for our people in the hotel to begin their assault on the surroundings. Our people will already be in place near the Black Falcon Cruise Terminal. Once the hotel and harbor are in complete panic with all law enforcement entities rushing to the scene, our people near the Black Falcon Terminal will race through any meager security left at the Terminal, parking alongside the Queen Mary. They will have thirty seconds to escape the dock in a third vehicle. I will then trigger the explosives devastating everything including the ship.”
“No… you won’t. The way I see it, the minions landing the munitions by the Queen Mary can be brought here without causing any glitches in our plan to stop all this. Is that true? Be careful how you answer because you will still be alive until this travesty is stopped. If something happens I will keep you alive for two weeks praying for death.”
“They will come here!” Sidi wanted no part of any two week time period with El Muerto. The disguise and Nick’s unhesitating intent had frozen the blood within the terrorist’s veins. “I have met them here before! I can order them here tonight!”
Nick turned to Gus. “See, Payaso? Dabor has already answered our last mystery without being asked.”
“He’s their leader,” Gus stated. “They came very close to initiating all of this crap before we ever knew it was happening. We want to know if there’s anything at all which could tip off the people you have at the hotel. If even one person dies because you didn’t reveal everything about tipoffs or warning words you will be one unhappy terrorist. Do you need to check in with them and if so at what intervals?”
“I do not contact them except before a delivery and only once each day at 7 am. They are not to contact me unless their identities cause suspicion or they suspect they are being watched. None of that has happened as yet.”
“How many men do you have driving the fertilizer bombs into place?” Nick glared at Sidi, suspicious if the man hesitated even a moment that he would lie about the number. He didn’t hesitate at all.