Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXXII
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All the pain, all the suffering and all it took to march themselves back up the mountain to hell shattered like the teeth and maxilla of jihadist at the end of Tom Locks barrel. Their cover was blown. The thin sheet over his head and face would no longer be enough to conceal him.
Tom’s emotions were shot. His mind was having trouble discerning reality. The stress of the last couple days was literally driving him mad. It seemed as though it just cost him and Najair their lives. The good news was his ankle was feeling better. At least he wouldn’t have to deal with that while he was getting he head sawed from his body.
The crowd was quiet and the world around him seemed as dead as his future. A few men slowlraised their guns unsure of the situation. They were uneasy and looking around for orders.
A voice cut through the silence like lightning through a gray deluge. Tom squinted waiting for the thunder.
“Do not point your weapons at a soldier of Allah. If I had known how tense we all were I would have brought more women. This is America there are swathes of unclean, infidel women. Allah has given enough us permission to use them all how we see fit.”
A sun blistered face appeared from the crowd. The voice. A long salt and pepper beard. He wore a long black robe with and a black head than head wrap. Walking up to Tom he went on.
“Do not fret. You are uneasy”
Tom’s heart thumped in his throat.
The black robed man turned to the group and raised his hand.
“You have heard me preach, I have been your imam through all these trying days. Do not judge our brother here for his barbaric actions for tonight we are all barbarians. Tonight we sack the Rome of our time. The devils of this American empire will learn and suffering beyond our sights and under our blades.
Though this man, this brave man, has faltered we should not blame him. Instead we blame these unclean women and their offense towards Allah. That being said. I believe he is not only just in his barbarism but has earned him first crack at the infidel woman of his choosing.”
The imam leaned in and spoke quietly in Tom’s ear.
“Take anyone you choose. Do anything you like with her. If kill another one of my men I will have your head.”
He threw his hands up and shouted to the roar of the army around him. He motioned Tom towards the covered women. It could have gone much worse and it still may.