God had created him to do just one thing, and he did it well.
He had originally snapped at the assistant conveying the news. Why would a nuclear scientist care about such a man half a world away? Now, a mere four hours later, as he left the National Leader’s home, he was overjoyed. The news impacted his work in the most glorious way possible.
Much to his surprise, the leadership had even used his formal title of Professor. That was very unusual. He was well trained, and widely considered talented, in the fields of nuclear and atomic physics.
It had been a difficult, but worthwhile, journey.
Yes, he said to himself, very worthwhile.
After all, this time of year, at this time of the day, in Iran, travel was difficult for anyone. The temperature alone made it challenging for a man his age to get around. He hated to admit to himself that he was getting old, but it was true. He was no longer a young man, but he was about to fulfill his life-long Allah-given purpose. He would help deliver what very well could be the blow to cause the American empire to crumble, once and for all. The moment that was prophesized may now be here.
He was the only man in his country, and one of a very small number of people in the world, who knew how to build and miniaturize nuclear fission weapons. That very important fact was only known by a handful of people, and all of them had been in the meeting room with him.
The majority of his experimental work was performed in secret. If he had published anything related to his real work, the world would have known exactly how far along his program was, no it was not his program, the program belonged to Allah.
He considered himself to be a very lucky man, Allah must truly love him. Not only did he get to work with these weapons, to wield the large sword of his beloved Allah, but he also had the privilege of running an academic program training new scientists in his scientific field. None of the students he had trained so far matched his talents, but for some of them he still held out hope.
He found it humorous that the narrow minded world community thought his efforts were still years away from achieving the capabilities to construct and deliver even the most primitive of nuclear weapons. The ruse that his academic program claimed to be one developing peaceful nuclear power sources appeared to have been effective. That ruse was actually true. He was doing that as well, but he was capable of multi-tasking. The arrogant Americans believed the guided tours given to their inspectors would show everything, as if he would just walk them into the secret areas and display the private defense program.
He chuckled, thinking about the delusional Americans. They were so naïve. They had a foolish reliance on their sensors, UAVs, and satellites. They had the belief that they could keep track of, and predict what would happen across every inch of the globe. The arrogance! Who were they to believe that their policies were superior to Sharia Law?
Usually meetings, like the one he had just left, consisted of nothing more than political grandstanding. Every move of most attendees would be designed to curry favor amongst the political elites. Normally his function at these events was to stand near various people so that cameras could record them “speaking to one another” for whatever reason that was important.
He always found it annoying that these same elitists always wanted to be able to hold claim to his efforts. They wanted to say that they had been the lone voice in support for his developments.
In the few hours since the American Vice President had been assassinated the Prime Minister had been on state television spouting off all the predictable rhetoric. He had the entire set of typical throw away lines. For instance, “Americans all deserve to die such deaths. They are powerless against the might of Islam. Praise the soldier of Allah who left the infidels headless.”
Even though he was a true believer in their cause, he found that final phrase to be in poor taste considering the method of assassination.
However, in this particular country that man held no real power, despite his grandiose title. On the world’s political stage he had even less influence. But, the country needed a mouthpiece to put on television and talk to the world on its behalf. Besides, having him do that kind of thing left the truly important people free to do what must be done, without the complication of having self-important people looking over their shoulder.
Today’s meeting had turned out to be very private. It was just for him and the religious leaders who really ran the country. He continued to hold onto the belief that with just a little more perseverance and dedication, that someday, perhaps someday soon, these men he respected so much would rule the world.
He always believed Allah had created him to help with that purpose. It was glorious to be a jihadist, but he had no skills in the day to day operations typical of such actions. Finally was going to get the chance to employ his expertise and put the awesome power he had developed to work in achieving that long desired goal. If all went according to plan, his work could help bring the Americans and their Israeli puppets to their knees.
He gazed out the window as his driver continued to work their way through the streets of Tehran. He was glad he had been a patient man. He had wanted to do this task to help his beloved Allah for many years. The timing had just not been right, and at long last the time had come. He was still in a state of disbelief.
Was this really going to happen at last?
Given all of the confusion within the American government at the moment, there was an opportunity to quickly put their plan into action. They could not afford to delay, as the confusion would soon be at an end.
They would hit the Americans, and their most arrogant of allies, inside their own territories. Instead of the Americans putting their war machines to work on other nations, it was time to return the favor and bring the ongoing war to the very doorstep of the Great Satan.
He would be responsible for the destruction of their ability to use their military dominance to force other nations to bend to their whim. He was would do this with a single blow.
In the process they would have an opportunity expand the reach of Islam and Sharia Law. He was certain that this expansion was the purpose of all true believers. In order to achieve this goal the Americans, and their war machines, had to be neutralized. It was not enough to merely knock down some random buildings as had been done in the past. They must destroy the right buildings. It not just body count that mattered. They must kill the right people. They must kill those who build their war machines. That was the key. It must be a smart attack, not just newsworthy.
The one thing the Americans could do well was kill people, and that ability had to be limited. Too many of Allah’s blessed jihadists had met their demise at the hands of the American military.
He reviewed his instructions. They were simple: return to the hidden laboratory, and immediately do his part for the cause. He had to form the nuclear core from previously refined material, some of which had been stolen, some of which, the better material in his possession he had personally refined use some newly improved centrifuge designs. Then, all he had to do was to show the chosen soldiers how to do the final assembly of the device, as well as the detonation procedure once it was assembled. Then, finally, he would prepare everything for transport.
All of these tasks were simple and quickly achievable.
When it was all done the Americans would pay for their arrogance and oppression. His work would be singularly responsible for this.
He had yet to learn how they would be transported, but it was of no consequence. His task was to prepare them to move and let others be the pack mules for his glorious devices. He assumed they would be arriving at their targets long before all of the political confusion ended. His was the hard work, the longer term, more strategic work. Leave the mundane tasks to lesser men.