aim his fake taxi up the ramp at the doors.
He eyed the walkway ramp -- easily five meters wide, with no posts or other
impediments -- and the doors above. In the center was a revolving door, flanked
on either side by doors that swung open. They would prove no barrier. All he had
to do was ram through and get the car into the lobby, then press the button on
the transmitter in his raincoat pocket.
Motion in his side-rearview mirror and the sound of something hollow
clattering on the ground caused him to look away from the doors.
A truly beautiful blonde woman in what appeared to be little more than a
bathing suit and boots stood just behind his car. She seemed to be looking for
something, probably some sort of accessory to her scandalously inadequate
costume.
Thinking that she must also be a visitor to the science fiction convention,
Ahmed's eyes locked on her marvelous bare legs and ample bosom for some moments
as she crouched and knelt to try to reach whatever had fallen beneath the taxi.
Her eyes met his in the mirror and she smiled coyly as she walked up the
driveway. Allah be praised for letting such a magnificent woman be his last
sight on Earth! And her glorious breasts were nearly leaping out of her costume!
Concentrating on her approaching breasts, Ahmed never saw -- and was
conscious only long enough to barely feel -- her fist slam into the side of his
head. The blow sent him sprawling against the luggage on the seat and into
oblivion.
The woman quickly shifted the car into neutral, went behind it to grab the
bumper, and began pulling the Crown Vic backward down the ramp to the street,
where she jumped to the front of the car, lifted it by the bumper and reached
under it to grip the frame, and launched upward with the Crown Vic dangling from
her grasp.
From the indoor cafe across the street, Mohammed Jamal took his eyes off the
policeman and another man who were having a light lunch at a nearby table and
stared with incredulous awe as a half-naked blonde woman lifted the Crown
Victoria and seemed to leap into the sky with it.
He'd frozen in mid-sip of his coffee with as much complete, mind-boggling
shock as anyone else witnessing the event, but he recovered fairly quickly as he
realized that there was still a slim chance to set off the bomb in or near the
canyon-like confines of the streets.
Hurriedly putting down his coffee cup, he reached for the