Hostage
Chapter One
In the hills near the Dean E. Smith Center
South Campus, University of North Carolina
Chapel Hill, North Carolina
Lying on his belly in the thick underbrush, the gunman peered through the
powerful magnifying scope. It was about two hundred yards down the hill, he estimated, from his
position to the main entrance of the brick arena.
Close enough for a shot. Far enough for an escape.
Students flocked like massive herds of sheep through the building's glass doors, their heads
and faces grandly visible through the crosshairs of the scope.
Dozens of infidels sacrificed to Allah's glory in an instant. His heart raced at the thought. His breathing
quickened. He caressed the cold trigger with his finger, waiting to squeeze it. Longing to purify the sinful American
ground with spilled blood.
Whistling wind whipped through the tops of the Carolina pines. A surge of excitement,
like an electrical shock, shot through his body.
My destiny is with Allah the Merciful, who controls the wind.
He pulled his trigger finger from the cold steel. His gloriou ... read full excerpt from Hostage ebook
