to allow anything to come between her and Eddie’s demise. She damn well refused to be another victim. She wanted her revenge, and yes, in many ways she did think of herself as that avenging angel.
Chapter - 9
- Sanctioned Murder - IKSM Terrorist Cell -
She was dark skinned, in her fifties, and had what I would say is a typical Eastern look to her and could have had roots in any of the surrounding Mediterranean countries. Although she had no family in the USA to speak of, she nonetheless had many followers, who were closer to her than flies on shit. As leader of the cell, she was also a priestess of sorts, leading and driving the cell from atrocity to atrocity using their fanatical religious teachings as reasoning for the extreme acts. The terrorist cell had planned and carried out a number of vicious strikes on private US citizens. Perhaps I could have understood their motives and reasoning had their targets been military or government ones, but they had not been, and I did not.
To date the organization led by this woman had targeted children, pregnant women, and young families. The communities that the victims belonged to broke apart like rotten fruit due to the fear and distrust that had been seeded through the attacks. It was only recently that the latest attack took place. The terror cell’s inhuman acts had shocked the nation to its core. Their acts had ignited a series of protests and street demonstrations throughout the US, demanding that law enforcement agencies do something about these obvious terror attacks.
The latest involved the kidnapping of a five-year-old infant as he played in the backyard of his kindergarten. His single mother had dropped him off that same morning at eight, as she did every morning on her way to work. During the summer months the kindergarten caregiver would let the children play in the backyard, where the property owners had installed a kid-size tree house, a climbing frame, swings, and a sandpit, where the youngest of the children could be left to play.
The kidnapping surprised and shocked the small community of Macclenny that day, but that shock was nothing in comparison to the shock they would receive the following morning. In fact, the events of that week would burn into the inhabitants’ memories, ensuring that no one would ever forget the gruesome details of the crime.
The boy was discovered missing midmorning, and the police were informed immediately. As the day progressed, the parents, police, and neighbors searched the properties surrounding the kindergarten. It was midafternoon when a Channel 42 News crew turned up and began interviewing the family and friends of the missing boy. The station even began broadcasting regular segments, calling for help from the townspeople, asking them to come forward if they had seen or heard anything suspicious that morning.
No one came forward and no clues were found by investigators that day or evening. The boy’s mother and several of her friends walked their neighborhood streets throughout the night, searching for the little boy and calling out his name every few seconds.
It was the following morning that his dismembered body was discovered. It had been neatly cut up and placed into the kindergarten’s sandpit. Each body part had been buried in the sand and lay just a hair’s breadth beneath the surface, so that when the toddlers were placed in the pit to play, they soon discovered the grisly remains of the missing boy. The infants innocently played with the deceased child’s remains as they would any other toy. What separated these from normal toys was the congealed blood leaking from the severed ends. One baby barely out of diapers ended up smeared from head to toe with a mixture of sand and dark-red glutinous blood, while another infant had discovered a hand and used it to shovel sand from the pit into a sand castle molding bucket. Yet another child sat giggling while with tiny thumbs he poked at the
Chapter - 9
- Sanctioned Murder - IKSM Terrorist Cell -
She was dark skinned, in her fifties, and had what I would say is a typical Eastern look to her and could have had roots in any of the surrounding Mediterranean countries. Although she had no family in the USA to speak of, she nonetheless had many followers, who were closer to her than flies on shit. As leader of the cell, she was also a priestess of sorts, leading and driving the cell from atrocity to atrocity using their fanatical religious teachings as reasoning for the extreme acts. The terrorist cell had planned and carried out a number of vicious strikes on private US citizens. Perhaps I could have understood their motives and reasoning had their targets been military or government ones, but they had not been, and I did not.
To date the organization led by this woman had targeted children, pregnant women, and young families. The communities that the victims belonged to broke apart like rotten fruit due to the fear and distrust that had been seeded through the attacks. It was only recently that the latest attack took place. The terror cell’s inhuman acts had shocked the nation to its core. Their acts had ignited a series of protests and street demonstrations throughout the US, demanding that law enforcement agencies do something about these obvious terror attacks.
The latest involved the kidnapping of a five-year-old infant as he played in the backyard of his kindergarten. His single mother had dropped him off that same morning at eight, as she did every morning on her way to work. During the summer months the kindergarten caregiver would let the children play in the backyard, where the property owners had installed a kid-size tree house, a climbing frame, swings, and a sandpit, where the youngest of the children could be left to play.
The kidnapping surprised and shocked the small community of Macclenny that day, but that shock was nothing in comparison to the shock they would receive the following morning. In fact, the events of that week would burn into the inhabitants’ memories, ensuring that no one would ever forget the gruesome details of the crime.
The boy was discovered missing midmorning, and the police were informed immediately. As the day progressed, the parents, police, and neighbors searched the properties surrounding the kindergarten. It was midafternoon when a Channel 42 News crew turned up and began interviewing the family and friends of the missing boy. The station even began broadcasting regular segments, calling for help from the townspeople, asking them to come forward if they had seen or heard anything suspicious that morning.
No one came forward and no clues were found by investigators that day or evening. The boy’s mother and several of her friends walked their neighborhood streets throughout the night, searching for the little boy and calling out his name every few seconds.
It was the following morning that his dismembered body was discovered. It had been neatly cut up and placed into the kindergarten’s sandpit. Each body part had been buried in the sand and lay just a hair’s breadth beneath the surface, so that when the toddlers were placed in the pit to play, they soon discovered the grisly remains of the missing boy. The infants innocently played with the deceased child’s remains as they would any other toy. What separated these from normal toys was the congealed blood leaking from the severed ends. One baby barely out of diapers ended up smeared from head to toe with a mixture of sand and dark-red glutinous blood, while another infant had discovered a hand and used it to shovel sand from the pit into a sand castle molding bucket. Yet another child sat giggling while with tiny thumbs he poked at the
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