September 30, 2007
Jihad ... jihad
The voice on the phone was cold and humourless. "Mr Andrew ..." it crackled down the line as the signal surged and faded. "Jihad ... jihad ... We will have your life at 8 O'Clock."
"What?" I croaked. All I could think of was Al Qaeda's latest call to arms in Sudan, the recent foiled bomb plot against the British embassy in Khartoum, the new American travel advice about terrorists and kidnappings.
"Hello," said the voice again. "Can you hear me? ... Jihad ... Jihad ... My name is jihad. Mr Jihad. We have booked the television studio for your live at 8 O'Clock."
Posted by aheavens at September 30, 2007 8:47 PM