Goliath had made it into Israel and the Sea of Galilee lay ahead of him, illuminated by the light of the three-quarter moon.
Senator Morris had told him that it was the main national reservoir for the State of Israel. It had been greatly depleted over the past ten years due to drought and this was evident from the low water level and the marks around it. But that was no concern of Goliath’s. The suffering of Israel meant nothing to him. Indeed he was now going to put them out of their misery.
He knew that any place in the lake was as good as any other. It was fresh water and it would bring the spores to life, producing the bacteria that would reproduce and multiply and be drunk by the Israeli population until they were all infected.
He wasn’t sure if the purification process for the water would kill the bacteria but even if it did that was no matter. Fish from the lake, including the famous ‘St Peter’s fish’ – unique to the Sea of Galilee – were a staple to many Israelis, especially in the north.
Once in the food chain, it would spread.
So he drove to the lake. He wondered where St Peter had operated from. That would have some symbolism, he thought. But he didn’t know where that was and in any case it would be hard to find in the dark. Finally he set his sights on a point ahead where the road came closest to the lake itself.
That was where he would do it.