Contract with God aka The Moses Expedition

69

He had spent so long holding back that when they finally found it, the only thing he felt was fear. Then the fear turned into relief, relief at being able to rid himself at last of that horrible mask.

It would be the next day, in the morning. They would all be in the dining tent for breakfast. Nobody would suspect a thing.

Ten minutes ago, he had crawled under the mess tent’s platform and planted it. It was a simple device but very powerful, perfectly camouflaged. They would be above it, unawares. A minute later they would be explaining themselves to Allah.

He wasn’t sure if he should give the signal after the explosion. The brothers would come and crush the arrogant little soldiers. The ones who had survived, of course.

He decided to wait a few more hours. He’d give them time to finish their work. No options and no way out.

Remember the bushmen, he thought. The monkey had found the water, but it hadn’t yet retrieved it…