Cold Blooded III: Sins and Sanctions (Nick McCarty Assassin Series Book 3) by Bernard Lee DeLeo Page B
Authors: Bernard Lee DeLeo
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negative. John ripped off the duct tape sealing Sherazi’s mouth, enduring a cacophony of denials, accusations, and pleadings. John shook Sherazi’s head almost with joy on his face.
“Please do not speak. Be a brave soldier of Allah,” John urged in Arabic, pushing Sherazi onto his side while positioning the stun gun again to his groin area.”
“You…you will torture me anyway,” Sherazi cried out.
“I will not. I have vengeance within my grasp, and a new life ahead, Allah willing. Give us the name and the password. I will then allow my new friends to end your life without further action on my part. Refuse, and I will use this to make you scream until you cry out the name and password. Do so now. You have three seconds: one… two…”
“Wait! It is Ahmed Abaza. The password is 9111456789.”
John gripped Sherazi’s hair tighter, obviously disappointed Sherazi volunteered the information. Nick put a hand on his wrist.
“We always honor our word, John. Let us have a moment to find out if he’s been truthful about the password. I’m sure my boss is working the Abaza name right now.”
John released him. “I saw you murder my parents and sister. I am shamed I was so weak I allowed you to order the girl’s death. I should have killed you then immediately. It will be a sin I am forever in debt for.”
“The name checks, Nick!” Gilbrech’s voice echoed the excitement streaking through him. “He is number three on our Isis list of wanted players. Turn him over to us now. I’ll send a team to collect him. Hold Abazi there. I’ll-”
Nick broke connection with Gilbrech. “How’s it look, Gus?”
“I’m in, and the password worked.”
“Outstanding. Let’s get our movie made. The hierarchy thinks I’ll let this scumbag survive because he’s near the top of our Isis list. That is unacceptable to me. Put your clown face on, Payaso. It’s show-time.”
John hurried into position for filming the execution, while Gus donned mask and black hoodie. Nick put on his full face El Muerto black mask. He had a voice altering device in place to alter his sound pattern. He held up his hand, making sure Gus was in place, before giving the sign to begin filming. When given the signal from John, Nick saluted in at attention form.
With voice adapter in place Nick proceeded. “You see before you an Isis cell, bent on the destruction of America. I am El Muerto. The man on the other side of this kneeling Isis terrorist is my partner, Payaso. I am an American citizen as is Payaso. My identity for all to see here on my mission is El Muerto. Payaso and I protect America everywhere within our reach. We will deal with serial killers, terrorists, or anyone who thinks they are above the law. We’ll find you. Today we have Isis terrorists. I saved one for the message I have for Isis terrorist cells in America. Our leaders may be stupid enough to let you in. I will not be stupid enough to allow you to live. I will use this terrorist enclave as an example. As you can see, all but Ahmed Abaza are dead. When El Muerto and Payaso find terrorist scum, we kill them. We have an added pleasure in relieving this moron of his life. He personally ordered the execution of a young woman police officer. Here is his payoff.
Sherazi dropped face forward onto the surface in front of him, wailing about his rights, his persecution, and his torture. Nick let the monologue go on to the end. He then grabbed Abin’s hair, hauling him to a kneeling position with Abin’s head tilted upward.
“Hey…” Nick said, putting his smiling face next to Abin’s for the camera. “This is what happens when underground America finds you, Isis. Watch closely. Not all of us capitalistic swine, infidels are adverse to giving you bastards a wakeup call. Consider this a warning. El Muerto is on your trail no matter who you are, or what you do. Enjoy.
Nick jerked Sherazi’s head back, with Sherazi still begging for his life. With a quick swipe Nick
“Please do not speak. Be a brave soldier of Allah,” John urged in Arabic, pushing Sherazi onto his side while positioning the stun gun again to his groin area.”
“You…you will torture me anyway,” Sherazi cried out.
“I will not. I have vengeance within my grasp, and a new life ahead, Allah willing. Give us the name and the password. I will then allow my new friends to end your life without further action on my part. Refuse, and I will use this to make you scream until you cry out the name and password. Do so now. You have three seconds: one… two…”
“Wait! It is Ahmed Abaza. The password is 9111456789.”
John gripped Sherazi’s hair tighter, obviously disappointed Sherazi volunteered the information. Nick put a hand on his wrist.
“We always honor our word, John. Let us have a moment to find out if he’s been truthful about the password. I’m sure my boss is working the Abaza name right now.”
John released him. “I saw you murder my parents and sister. I am shamed I was so weak I allowed you to order the girl’s death. I should have killed you then immediately. It will be a sin I am forever in debt for.”
“The name checks, Nick!” Gilbrech’s voice echoed the excitement streaking through him. “He is number three on our Isis list of wanted players. Turn him over to us now. I’ll send a team to collect him. Hold Abazi there. I’ll-”
Nick broke connection with Gilbrech. “How’s it look, Gus?”
“I’m in, and the password worked.”
“Outstanding. Let’s get our movie made. The hierarchy thinks I’ll let this scumbag survive because he’s near the top of our Isis list. That is unacceptable to me. Put your clown face on, Payaso. It’s show-time.”
John hurried into position for filming the execution, while Gus donned mask and black hoodie. Nick put on his full face El Muerto black mask. He had a voice altering device in place to alter his sound pattern. He held up his hand, making sure Gus was in place, before giving the sign to begin filming. When given the signal from John, Nick saluted in at attention form.
With voice adapter in place Nick proceeded. “You see before you an Isis cell, bent on the destruction of America. I am El Muerto. The man on the other side of this kneeling Isis terrorist is my partner, Payaso. I am an American citizen as is Payaso. My identity for all to see here on my mission is El Muerto. Payaso and I protect America everywhere within our reach. We will deal with serial killers, terrorists, or anyone who thinks they are above the law. We’ll find you. Today we have Isis terrorists. I saved one for the message I have for Isis terrorist cells in America. Our leaders may be stupid enough to let you in. I will not be stupid enough to allow you to live. I will use this terrorist enclave as an example. As you can see, all but Ahmed Abaza are dead. When El Muerto and Payaso find terrorist scum, we kill them. We have an added pleasure in relieving this moron of his life. He personally ordered the execution of a young woman police officer. Here is his payoff.
Sherazi dropped face forward onto the surface in front of him, wailing about his rights, his persecution, and his torture. Nick let the monologue go on to the end. He then grabbed Abin’s hair, hauling him to a kneeling position with Abin’s head tilted upward.
“Hey…” Nick said, putting his smiling face next to Abin’s for the camera. “This is what happens when underground America finds you, Isis. Watch closely. Not all of us capitalistic swine, infidels are adverse to giving you bastards a wakeup call. Consider this a warning. El Muerto is on your trail no matter who you are, or what you do. Enjoy.
Nick jerked Sherazi’s head back, with Sherazi still begging for his life. With a quick swipe Nick
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