the tattered sea-swept ruins of the Sutro Baths on the shore below-which had once been the world’s largest indoor swimming establishment until it burned down before Haddad was even born.
And yet, it was soon to be so different.
By his hand.
There were times when he wished that he could simply go back to his college days, when life was less complicated. When he could hate without having to rein that in, so he could carefully engineer an expression of that loathing. And to be honest, though he had been here to learn and to study the ways of the infidels, there were times he envied them their blissful obliviousness to the world and its dangers. He wondered what life would be like without a larger goal than making money and raising infidel children. He wondered if, in his lifetime, he would ever know the peace and contentment of a Sharia world.
They drove around a bend along Point Lobos Avenue, until they came to a large car park on their left, near the Sutro Baths. Tally pulled in and found a spot, then shut off the engine and turned to Haddad.
“Okay,” she said. “Almost there. We’re in a national park so we have to be aware of other visitors and watchful eyes.”
“I’ll trust you to guide me without incident,” Haddad told her.
She smiled again. “You are just so damn cute, you know that?”
She parked, then leaned over and kissed him, making it very clear that she enjoyed his company. He managed to keep from recoiling and actually returned her smile.
“Shall we?” she said, as she popped open her door.
“Indeed.”
They found their way to Lands End Trail, which was far from rustic and perfectly maintained, surrounded by lush green foliage. They followed a winding path, feeling the wind in their faces, enjoying the quiet-which seemed so unusual considering that they were still in the city.
As they passed the USS San Francisco memorial-little more than a flagpole and plaque surrounded by a few large gunmetal-gray pieces of an old warship that, to Haddad, looked like giant Dumpsters-Tally glanced about, then grabbed his arm and steered him toward the edge of the cliff.
“This way,” she said.
The cliff looked quite steep, but they were both wearing clothes for climbing-jeans, flannel shirts, rugged shoes-so Haddad followed her down through the rocks and trees, until they were very close to the water. He could feel the ocean spray on his face as she led him around a small outcropping, then upward again until they found a secluded patch of land just below the cliffside, full of dirt and rock and grass and surrounded by thick green trees.
Glancing around again for prying eyes, Tally moved up to a large grouping of stones gathered near the base of one of the trees. Taking hold of the largest stone, she said, “Help me with this.”
Haddad grabbed on and they huffed and struggled a few moments until they rolled it aside to reveal a crevice just wide enough to squeeze through. The crevice was formed in a slab of cement, rather than earth, and Haddad could see that it was an exposed portion of a larger structure that had somehow been dislodged, possibly in an earthquake.
“This is it?” Haddad asked. “This is the entrance?”
“Only the brave know for sure,” she said, casting a look around to make sure they had not been observed. “You want me to go first?”
Not one to back down from a challenge, especially coming from a ridiculous female, Haddad waved her away then studied the crevice, looking for the best way to proceed. Deciding to go feet first, he sat down and stuck his feet into the opening, then lay on his back and slowly wormed his way downward, shimmying into the hole.
As his feet penetrated the darkness, he felt the ground suddenly give way beneath them, nothing but open air below.
Catching hold of the edge of the slab, he said, “How far is the drop?”
“Not far,” she told him. “Just let yourself go and be mindful how you land.”
Haddad steeled himself and let go of the slab, working his way downward until his legs were dangling in open air. Then, turning his head to the side, he squeezed through and let himself drop.
He landed hard, but on his feet, the sound of the impact echoing against cement walls. Pulling a small flashlight out of his shirt pocket, he flicked it on and found himself inside a narrow concrete shaft. To his left was another shaft with a built-in rusted rebar ladder that led deeper into the earth.
“Watch out,” Tally said, “here I come.”
He shifted his flashlight beam upward as she shimmied through the hole, having a much easier time of it thanks to her smaller size. As he stepped back she dropped down beside him, faltering only slightly as she landed.
Pulling her own flashlight out, she flicked it on and gestured to the second shaft. “What are you waiting for, slowpoke? Let’s do this.”
She stepped onto the rebar ladder and started down.
Haddad followed her, perturbed by her familiar manner. In a way, that was more annoying than her purely biological need for sex. This behavior was learned.
When he got to the bottom of the ladder he saw only her flashlight shining into the darkness. What he saw was a marvel. A long, wide tunnel-big enough to fit a truck through-made of reinforced concrete. There was occasional graffiti spray-painted on the walls, names of other explorers and when they’d been here. Most of it dated several decades ago, which Haddad assumed meant that the place was only rarely frequented these days. Rusted remnants of a rail system with narrow-gauge tracks ran along the ceiling and he could clearly tell that this had indeed been a military bunker. He had seen this kind of setup before, in Egyptian coal mines in the north Sinai. It maximized space by allowing workers to walk under the cars.
The tunnel seemed to go on forever into the darkness.
“Pretty amazing, isn’t it?” Tally asked.
“More than I imagined,” Haddad said, thinking that if this tunnel led where he believed it did, the final piece of Allah’s plan was indeed in place. “How far does it go?”
“It branches in different directions,” Tally told him. “Some of the old-timers say there are at least eighty- seven thousand square feet down here.” She gestured. “But if you follow this tunnel right here without deviating from the path, it’ll take you straight to the Golden Gate Bridge.”
“Amazing,” Haddad said. “And it also leads to the place we spoke about?”
She nodded. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
She took the lead, working her way through the tunnel with the confidence of a regular visitor. They walked through the dark tunnel for quite some time. As they turned to their right, moving into another tunnel, Haddad saw that it opened out into a space that could have been a bunkhouse or a storage supply. They continued past it, took another turn, and the floor began to rise, getting steeper with every step. They crested the rise and made another turn into a tunnel on their right, where it opened into a single rectangular room. There was another narrow shaft at the far side, a rebar ladder leading upward into darkness.
“This is it,” Tally said, stopping.
“You’re absolutely certain?”
“Oh, I’m sure. It’s right over your beautiful Egyptian head.”
Haddad’s lips parted in a smile and Tally came toward him with a seductive look on her face. “Happy?”
“Better than you will ever know,” Haddad told her as he grabbed her by the throat and shoved her into the cement wall, her eyes going wide as she slammed against it.
He ripped at her flannel shirt, breaking away the buttons, then gripped her exposed left breast and squeezed as hard as he could, enjoying the look of pain and terror in her eyes.
This was how all infidel whores should be treated, Haddad thought as the woman squirmed under his grip, her features contorted. They needed to be taught their place in the world.
When he was done here, there would be one less pig inhabiting the earth.
Thanks to her, countless others would soon follow.
