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...terrorist organization. Abderazak Besseghir, a French citizen of Algerian descent, said he had been framed by the family of his late wife, who blamed him for her death in a house fire last July. Fingerprints found on the weapons and explosives did not belong to Besseghir, but a sniffer dog detected traces of explosives on the back seat of his car. PAKISTAN Anti-U.S. Anger Thousands joined Islamist-led protests against a possible war on Iraq and a disputed U.S. bombing on the border with Afghanistan. Pakistani politicians claimed the U.S. had bombed a disused Islamic seminary inside Pakistan...
...chartered Royal Air Maroc plane, raising fears the material was planted for use in a terror attack. The wad of plastic explosives - similar to that carried by alleged shoe-bomber Richard Reid - had been wedged beneath an armrest with no detonation device attached. It was found by sniffer dogs during a random inspection of the flight from Marrakesh, Morocco. French antiterror officials said the find may have thwarted a two-step plot, in which one operative planted the bombing material for an accomplice to outfit with a detonator and explode during a later flight. RUSSIA Bloody Ingush Dozens of Russian...
...insert my credit card-size Wi-Fi receiver into the PC-card slot of my laptop. The "sniffer" software then checks the air for wireless signals, and a message pops up: "The Boingo Wireless signal is available. Would you like to connect?" A click on the trackpad and I'm online. As my home page loads, I'm tempted to pass my hands over my computer like a magician's assistant: Look, no wires! I access a website that lets me benchmark my download speed; it clocks in at 2,920 kbps, comparable to my home cable-modem connection...
...kind of neighborhood in which home defense is enthusiastically practiced. The glow of good feeling fading, I wind down the hill to NAN No. 2, at an intersection in the leafy neighborhood of East Washington Village. I pull up to the southeast corner and unleash my laptop's sniffer. Nothing. Feeling increasingly foolish, I wheel my car to the three other corners, which yield nothing, nothing and nothing. I look at my odometer. I have driven 52 miles. I head for home...
...SNIFFER...