Tom Locke: Surviving Today XXXVII
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- The further unraveling
As though he had crash landed not on a mountain in West Virginia but through the atmosphere and into another world. Tom Locke sat inside a decrepit old cabin on this alien mountain. Just outside the cabin doors was an army of radicalized Muslim soldiers who in only a matter of hours would be streaming down the mountain like lava decimating everything in their path. The only resistance to dam up this attack was, to Tom’s knowledge was himself, Najair and Agent Killeen.
Agent Killeen had just laid it out on the line to Tom. The whole crux of the situation. The marionettes and the puppet masters were revealed as well as the dire straights that the country was in on this night. She explained how there were camps just like these all over the country.
Tom ate the information and allowed a moment for it to digest. He looked at the ground as he was again coming to terms with the fact that tonight may very well be his last on this earth.
“I came up here without a plan. Najair and I were just going to hit this place like a small comet and do as much damage as we could before they mowed us down.”
“Who is Najair?” She interupted.
“We were held captive here together. We both made it out, down the hill and into town. They followed us. Killed everyone around us. It was in that moment that we decided we gotta head back up this mountain and take out as many of them as possible before they head out on the war path. I was hoping you had a better plan than ours.”
While he was talking Agent Killeen pulled out a small device in a black enclosure. She placed it on the front door of the cabin. It stuck with some sort of adhesive.
“The girls are not all girls. They were wrapped up in that ancient cloak and the irony is it will be their undoing. They were all agents Tom. Each cabin has a dead radical and an agent in it except in our case. Each cabin has a charge on the front door,” She pointed her petite gloved hand at the door, “When the next killer comes to the door looking for some fun we are going out the back window and setting off the charges. Into the tree line and from there we will punish them at a distance with rifles have been essentially geo cached. Yours will do fine too.”
Tom immediately thought of Najair who looked just like everyone else on this mountain would be indiscriminately mowed by the gunfire from these stowed rifles. It hurt to think of the man he made it through all of this with being gunned down amongst these villains and his body being collected and buried with them just the same. Najair deserved better. He was a righteous man.
“So how did you get on this mountain? How did you get into this camp? Someone had to have looked the meat over before offering them to the lions.”
“The Iman,” She said as she placed her ear again to the door,” The Imam had been implanted after the assassination of their last religious leader. He has been the lynch pin in all of this.”
“There were people held capitve here! Probably killed! This team knew and did nothing?! Its like another world on top of this mountain.”
“Your right Tom. Its a world the public is too afraid to know about. Its the business of keeping them safe and there are hard decisions that must be made everyday to do that.”
With her ear to the door her crystal blue eyes glimmered in the daylight. She was intently listening for the approach of another soldier of Islam.
“Get up to your feet Tom. Get ready. It wont be long now.
By Bayless, Charles N. [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons