Ocean City HQ

“What is your name?” Dakin’s tone was non-threatening. He repeated the question after a few seconds of no response.

Daiman opened his eyes and looked around the room. He didn’t fight against the restraints. He closed his eyes again. “Volant Daiman,” he answered.

“What is your name?” Dakin repeated the question in Farsi.

“Baktash Abdali,” Daiman replied.

“I need you to state your mission. It is important you get it right. Today we activate all of Allah’s soldiers here in Las Vegas.” Dakin was non-confrontational.

Daiman responded with the answers they all knew. Now it was time for the fail-safe detonation plans. Dakin’s palms were moist. If Daiman was conditioned to resist drug questioning it would most likely appear at this phase.

“Baktash Abdali, how will you achieve total bomb detonation?”

Daiman opened his eyes but remained silent.

Dakin repeated the question and kept his words in Farsi.

“I will arm and press the green button in the transmitter device.” Daiman began moving more. He looked at the men in the room.

“If the box activation is compromised what will you do? Remember the plan, Baktash Abdali.” Dakin looked at his watch. There were only 30-minutes to noontime.

“My cell phone.” Daiman tried to reach up toward his chest pocket but he restraints held fast. “My cell phone? I can’t get my cell phone.”

Dakin jumped in immediately. “This is just a test Baktash Abdali. What will happen if the bombs are not exploded exactly at 12-noon? You must remember the complete plan.”