"What's green?"

"His eyes."

Agent Manning followed the driver to the rear of the truck. The driver again unlocked the back doors. Agent Bryan began to climb up, but Manning waved him off. They had checked this driver twice before. He was clean. So he gave the inside a cursory search with the flashlight. Beer all the way to the front. Manning walked with the driver to the cab. The agents with the dogs and mirrors gave him an all clear.

"You're good to go, Mr. Hu."

The driver climbed into the cab and started the big diesel engine. Manning got a call on his radio.

"Manning, come in!"

"This is Manning."

"This is Agent Pea. Hold that driver!"

"Hu?"

"Me?"

"No. That's the driver's name."

"Hold him there!"

Manning banged on the truck door. The driver opened up.

"Mr. Hu, hold tight just a minute. They've got a backup in the tunnel."

"Sure thing."

Shit! Saadi plugged Abdul into his ear.

"What do I do?"

"Stay calm, brother. Allah is with you."

Saadi fought to control his emotions. He took deep breaths.

Beckeman entered the control room on the run.

"What do we have?"

Pea pointed at the screen that showed a beer truck at the delivery entrance.

"She says the driver is one of the brothers."

Beckeman turned to Pajamae. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, sir. That's him."

Beckeman turned back to Pea. "Get me that agent on the radio."

Pea spoke into her radio. "Manning, come in."

"Manning here."

"Here's the chief."

Pea handed the radio to Beckeman.

"Manning, who is that driver?"

"Mr. Hu."

"His full name."

On the monitor, Beckeman saw Manning checking his iPad.

"Al A. Hu."

"Al A. Hu?"

Beckeman grabbed a pen and wrote the name on a notepad.

"Al A. Hu. Alahu. Allahu. As in Allahu Akbar. They're taunting us. That's him."

"Why is he delivering beer?" Pajamae asked.

"He's not. He's delivering a bomb." He spoke into the radio. "Manning, get that man out of the truck and cuff him. But watch out, he's assumed armed and dangerous. He's one of the Khalid brothers. There's a bomb in the truck. I'm sending the bomb squad and SWAT team over."

Beckeman grabbed his radio.

"All agents, this is Beckeman. The bomb is not in the stadium. It's in a beer truck outside. Agent Manning is apprehending the suspect. All agents on the north side of the stadium proceed to the delivery entrance. Evacuate the area. Seal it off."

Agent Manning banged on the door again. This time he jumped onto the running board and pointed his weapon through the open window. The driver saw the barrel and recoiled.

"Get out of the truck!" Manning shouted.

"Whoa, hold on. Don't shoot. I'm getting out."

"Do not get out!" Abdul said in Saadi's ear. "Knock him off the truck with the door!"

Saadi Khalid took a deep breath. When the agent pulled the gun back, he swung the door open hard and knocked the agent off the running board. He fell to the ground. Saadi shifted the truck into first and floored the accelerator.

"Drive!" Abdul screamed in his ear. "Drive to the arch! Allahu Akbar!"

"Shit!" Beckeman shouted in the control room.

He watched Manning hit the ground then fire his weapon at the truck driving away. He screamed into his radio.

"Stop that truck! Shoot the driver!"

On the screen, the truck veered away from dozens of cops and FBI agents shooting at it. The truck drove fast along the north side of the stadium, toward the- "He's heading for the arches on the west side!"

Beckeman ran out the door and down the main concourse of the stadium. He picked up other agents along the way.

"Faster!" Abdul screamed. "Faster! They cannot stop you!"

Saadi steered through tears. Toward the arches. Toward the madness. It was too late now. They would all die. He would die. He must die. He saw the police shooting at him, but their bullets could not kill him, could not penetrate the steel plates Abdul had installed in the doors. Bullets shattered the side window but whizzed past above his head. Still, he ducked his head.

Cat watched the monitor as the big rig raced across the parking lot at high speed, knocking cars out of the way, people diving out of the way, police shooting at it. But with no effect. It was an armored vehicle. The police on the ground had to shoot up at the tall truck; their bullets impacted the driver's door but did not penetrate. The bullets shattered the side window but the shooting angle up at the tall truck prevented a hit on the driver. There was only one way to kill the driver. She turned to Scott.

"Stay here with the girls."

She ran out the door. The control room was on the east side of the stadium. The truck was headed for the west side. She had to run over a hundred yards faster than the truck was moving. She had to beat the truck to the arches. She ran.

"Allahu Akbar!" Abdul screamed in his ear. "Get to the arch and detonate! They cannot hurt you! Allah protects the faithful! The believers!"

Bullets popped against the door. Saadi was scared shitless.

"Don't be scared, brother! I am with you! We will soon meet Allah together!"

Cat caught up with Beckeman and the other agents at the fifty-yard line. She passed them at the forty-five yard line. They were older and slower; she was young and still fast. She was born to run. All her running was for that moment in life. This was her moment. To do her part. For America.

"Turn!" Abdul screamed.

Saadi turned the wheel hard and aimed the truck directly at the arches.

Cat ran through the west exit just as the truck rounded the corner and headed directly at the arches. She pulled her weapon and ran to a point directly in the truck's path. To a police car parked in front of the arches. She jumped onto the hood and then onto the roof. At that height, she had the necessary shooting angle. The truck barreled directly at her. She saw the driver, and he saw her. She aimed the weapon.

Saadi saw the FBI agent named Pea directly in front of him, standing on a police car between him and the arches, aiming her gun at him. The windshield around him suddenly popped with holes ... one, two, three ... shit, she can shoot! ... the fourth bullet hit him in the left shoulder and knocked him back against the seat. The pain was excruciating; it felt as if his arm had been ripped off. He fell sideways onto the seat. He let go of the wheel. His foot came off the accelerator.

Cat jumped off the police car just before the truck slammed into it. She rolled then vaulted to her feet. The impact caused the truck to veer right just enough to miss the arches. The truck plowed into cars parked in the lot until it came to a stop. Cat ran to the truck, jumped onto the running board, and opened the driver's door. She pointed her gun at the driver. He held one hand up. The other hand was bloody.

"Thank you," he said.

"I shot you."

"Now my brother cannot blame me for failing him."

Beckeman and the other agents arrived.

"He's alive!"

Beckeman climbed into the cab and confronted the Arab.

"Did you start the detonation sequence?"

The Arab shook his head. "No."

"Where's the detonator?"

"Under the seat."

Beckeman found the detonator box under the seat and pulled it out. Wires led from the box to the back of the truck. The lights on the box were unlit. He blew out a breath.

"Well, fuck."

Abdul listened through the phone and watched the scene on his laptop. An outside security camera captured the moment. His brother had failed him. He had not detonated the bomb. He was such a disappointment.

Saadi Khalid knew his big brother was watching and listening. He knew what Abdul was thinking. He grabbed the cell phone off the floor with his right hand and yelled into it: "I honored my pledge, Abdul!"

"Abdul's on the phone?" the male agent said.

"Yes."