Sacks full of chemical-coated rocks. Leather belts stuffed with explosive putty, and one smeared with dried blood. Boxes of batteries with wires taped to them. Instructions for making bombs.
“This was a 16-man terrorist cell,” pronounced a Marine captain, rifling through the mess. “See? All the bags and sneakers are brand new, all the same make. This took money and planning. Someone sponsored them.”
Money? Training? Explosives? Suicide bombers? You don’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to find Terhan’s fingerprints in Fallujah.