From his hiding spot amongst some pallets stacked behind a medium-sized warehouse on the busy wharf, Rahim watched it cross the railroad tracks and make the turn onto the access road. The two-lane strip of asphalt would take it directly to the highway and onward to its final destination. Letting out a relieved breath, he lowered the binoculars. Port security had been every bit as tight as he’d expected. He’d purposely had the device hidden in a container full of medical equipment to lower suspicion if the authorities happened to check inside or scan it with their mobile x-ray unit for radiation. By now, someone had to know he was trying to get into the U.S. Luckily, his container hadn’t been chosen for random inspection, likely because the importer the container was assigned to wasn’t flagged in the U.S. database. And they definitely wouldn’t be looking for a device in the food delivery truck he had waiting a few miles away. Some of his most trusted men were overseeing the transfer.
