High-Class Hostage

He'd spent the first sixty two of those years in anonymity, another flea on the vast pile of elephant shit that was the world. He'd made no real contribution to the world, to mankind, to history and would be forgotten soon enough, like countless billions before him. His grandchildren would remember him for a while, but after that he'd be gone, dead, buried and forgotten as if he had never existed. But maybe he didn't want to be forgotten. Maybe he wasn't just one of billions of irrelevant fleas. Maybe he could still make his mark........... They said that there would never be another 9/11 attack. They were wrong. Only this time the target is Mecca.