Last Thuggie Book III: You Will Pay (3)

by Jamal Shakur

  “What I want to know is your involvement with Dr John Sinclair, and it’s also the matter of the woman you murdered, oh and we have a witness, so is that good enough for you.”

  He was stunned and didn’t know how to respond. “So you really what the Doctor, than you better offer me a sweet deal.”

  “Because of the heinous act of the murder you have committed the best we could do is a reduced sentence and protective custody so it’s either that scenario are its lethal injection for you but you might enjoy it since you’re a junkie, you would go off to sleep to your death as if you were nodding off of smack .”

  He stared and me and began to laugh and said, “Those who know don’t tell and those who tell don’t know.”

  “You seem to be a jovial fellow, the weight of the situation hasn’t hit you yet, you will be charged with murder, but I’m telling you give me something I can show the DA and then see what kind of offer you can get, if it’s loyalty to Sinclair that you are attempting, I can assure you, he’s doesn’t care about you.”

  After two hours I couldn’t get anything out of him, he was just stupid, or might be just stupidly loyal and fanatical, that’s a combination that was hard to beat. In his mind he was protecting a saint or a messenger and not a maniac. Omar sat on the interrogation for at least an hour and I could see the disdain in his face. I pointed to him, “Alright Omar take this fool away and book him.”

  “Stand up punk, James Wallace you’re under arrest for the murder of Kathryn Haley.”

  The perp slowly stood up and was assisted to the holding cell by Omar.

  “Look out, he has a gun,” was the sudden shout by one of the uniformed officers in the hallway, the perp discharged a Mac 10 which hit Omar and hit Wallace in the head instantly killing him. I was behind them walking the opposite direction, I twirled around and reached for my weapon shooting the assailant once in the chest, he quickly fell to the floor in a quick demise. Damn that was my only lead but I instantly reacted, you see safety comes first, but a fanatic like that who would shoot up a police station wouldn’t be easy to obtain info from. I walked up to him just to see if he had a pulse, “Someone get the medics up here, he’s alive.” This might be a break, we will see.

  I spoke to the Doctors at the hospital where the perp was being treated, the chest wound that I thought I delivered turned out to be a superficial wound to the shoulder. I entered the room and the perp looked up at me as he slowly chowed down on some jello. He seemed too smirk at me as if he was expecting me. “How are you Doctor Lomax, are should I call you Detective Lomax, which one would you like.”

  “Whichever name you would like, as long as we can get some useful info from you.”

  “What’s in it for me?”

  “You killed a man and attempted to kill two detectives, I would assume just avoiding the death penalty would be enough.” He stared at me for a while, this was a career criminal and the occult mumbo jumbo didn’t penetrate his dislike for a long prison term, “I know a lot and the only way I give you anything is that you give me reduced sentence in a minimum security prison and entrance into witness protection on my release.”

  “You must know a lot if you think you can get what you’re asking for so easily.”

  “I’m gonna give you just a little bit of information to tantalize you until yaw can make a real deal with me, first we consider ourselves as being a nation within a nation, we have our own little murder group within to get our followers accustomed to killing but the biggest thing is our groups armed militia that we are training nationally.”

  “Wow that sounds like something, a little bit fictional if you ask me, what proofs can you give me, like an address of at least one of these militia camps and then we can work from there.”

  We got the info we needed from the perp but we would have to see if it panned out, the first address on the list was the first of five locations the perp gave us, but he said there were a hundred locations that we would have to look toward; It might be that he is hyping up the entire thing to make us give him the best deal he could receive from the DA. We had to work hand in hand with the Feds because this was a question of national security. Our first local was the closest and that was in upstate Pennsylvania, it was an area in a forest like area near the Mountains in eastern Pennsylvania, according to our surveillance if you didn’t know it they appeared to be a hiking group instead of a militia.

  We watched them as they perform martial arts and stealthing movements. There weren’t any guns; the only weapons we took note of were knives which were rubber, obviously if they practiced with guns it was probably at the gun range. It was a setup that the average person wouldn’t take note of; this was truly a plan of a genius who performs his training out in the open.

  After checking all five military sites, it was obvious that Sinclair’s plan was to train in plain sight which would make the local officials not look at them with a suspicious eye. I was not in any great mood, the info that the perp gave me was exactly what he told me but it didn’t pan out to mean anything and I thought that this was his overall intent. “We checked out the Intel you gave us but it wasn’t anything we could use.”

  “That’s not my fault; I gave you something that you didn’t have, so I deserve a good deal.”

  “You must be kidding, as far as we’re concerned you haven’t given us anything and soon as you heal, we’ll handcuff your ass and charge you with murder, I hear that they have a nice comfy bed to give a relaxing dose of lethal injection.”

  “There’s something’s I could tell you but that would be the cause of my immediate death , the Father has a long arm and can reach me in any prison that you put me in , didn’t I kill your witness?”

  “ With you or without you we’re going to get Sinclair and while you’ll waiting for your execution or maybe you will get lucky and get a permanent stay in the joint , but do you want that sort of existence for the rest of your of life.”

  “Look more closely at the Blue Mountains’ and you’ll find something other worldly and then come back and see if it’s worth giving me my deal.”

  Ch 36

  Monday morning 6:00 am

  It was a very cool spring day and in the mountains it seems colder probably the mountains are the main factor. What we the Feds and the Pennsylvania state police were looking at together was a small town of about two thousand people. The name of the town was unusual only because we knew the significance of the name which was Gallie a corruption of the spelling for the name of the Goddess Kallie from which the thuggies worship. The town wasn’t unusual; the buildings function was just like any other small town, there was a post office, city hall, Sherriff’s office and a church. The last building was a little curious, since the belief in an Indian cult was quite different than main stream Christianity, but the building had a cross that sat upon a steeple but could have been an old building that they had occupied and called it their place of worship. At any rate there wasn’t any activity at the place of worship seeing as this was a Monday but what that have to do with the thuggies because according to Indian lore their temples were traditionally hidden from view. But it seem to be a lot of activity at the post office which was quite odd for a town of this size, it wasn’t Christmas or any major holiday but they had more people going in and out than the post office in down town Philly.

  The packages were various sizes that was carried by different individuals , we had to find out what this was about , once again I asked Denise to accompany me and appear as a couple which would be less threatening to the residents especially since we were strangers. She gave me sort of a smirk, in all probability she didn’t appreciate the constant reference to her as being the weaker sex but she knew it was a strategy and not personal. She blended right into the subterfuge and held my arm, smiling appropriately in the right occasions; we peeped into the sheriff’s office as we played the sight seers of the little town but it was empty no police radio sound, no life at all which was strange in a town this size; there should
at least be a deputy in the office. We passed the church, it was an ornate dwelling and looked kind of aged maybe 100 years and we also took note that on the front was engraved the year 1866 in the stone face. Nothing inside but one lone cross, desolate similar to the sheriff’s office. But the hub of activity was the post office; I opened the door and let Denise in and I followed, suddenly all activity stopped and all eyes were on us. It was an eerie feeling in this place as if we were the choices on a menu to be ravished today. The transactions were like any other post office but as I noted before it was a large amount of packages for a town this size and the very odd occurrence was that there were almost no letters sent out only packages. Omar was calling on my cell phone and everyone in the place stared at me , I think I was the only one who had answered a cell phone , I’m accustomed to everyone texting , tweeting and using all the social network that was available but not here. “I know how it is to go undercover but what’s happening down there the Feds is getting kind of jumpy and SWAT just wants to shoot something.” He said with a humorous tone as he trailed off.

  “Look I think I came up with something, ask some the Federal agents there to contact the post office main facility and see what type of mail or packages leave from this post office.”

  He rung back immediately, “Damn that was fast.”

  “Hey the Feds have super computers and I guess this is considered a homeland security case but hey man have you ever heard of a place not sending out an ounce of letters in a year, that’s what you have in the town of Gallie , weird man weird.”

  If that wasn’t peculiar enough, I just notice that some of the customers were the guys training just some thirty miles away. They stared as if they knew I was a cop. But they weren’t spooked enough to do anything crazy, in their minds they thought they ran things here and didn’t have to worry about little old me. I decided for the time being to quietly ease out of the building and regroup with everyone outside of town. We all gathered in a little funky cheap hotel just outside of the town. Everyone was hyped up, the prospect of tangling with a cult that was responsible for the death of civilians and police officers was a daunting task to perform but everyone was prepared, the morale was great. “I took a couple of pictures with my cell phone. The whole town had a spine-chilling felling, I couldn’t describe the feeling but it was as if the whole thing was setup to give a façade of a real town but there was a different face to the town, one that they were trying to keep hidden. So I want to take a few men with me at night and see what is actually occurring.”

  I did something extra and didn’t tell any of my fellow officers what I was doing; other than Denise because she was with me, I placed three miniature cameras in the church one on each side of the cross that was in the middle of the wall facing the doorway and one at the back near the door exit, I could get a good wide view as to what is happening, needless to say I didn’t get a warrant to place the devices, therefore the subterfuge was used.

  Ch 37

  “At the dissolution of things, it is Kāla [Time] who will devour all”

  -From the Mahanirvana-tantra-

  I flipped up the lap top and decided to observe what was really happening at the church, the place was filled to capacity from top to bottom but I noticed all were dressed in late period Indian apparel. I quickly switched over to camera number 3 and noticed that the cross had been removed somehow and a statue of the deity Khalie had been put in its place. The statue was a monstrous blue four armed female figure with a sword in one hand and cut off bloody head in the other with her foot stepping on another statue lying face down. They were chanting some type of mantra but I could not understand the foreign language that they were speaking. We sat there with our mouths opened wide mesmerized for the whole services which was about two hours. It was finally over, at which time the statue of their idol was slid over into a false wall and the cross was slid back into its place. The church was as empty as it was this morning and nothing looked out of the ordinary.

  It was extraordinary but nothing we could use in a court of law. So what they had was an odd religion but this was America; people had the right to express themselves in any way they wanted as long as they didn’t harm others but we were on the right track. Because the history of the thuggies was

  murder and thievery and if they stick to the script of their history we would soon bring them down. The FBI was doing some quick thinking and requested the help of a professor of Indian Cultural and language. “The language they were speaking is language created by the thuggies themselves, literally translated they are saying ‘ingest the consecrated Cozur, or heart of Kali’ ; it must be noted that perhaps most of these people are Mamluks which means apprentice , the true power comes from the Kahin are the priest and Calif (leader) whom you might not ever see .”

  The professor gave us some much needed Intel including the hierarchy of the cult. It was disheartening to know that they weren’t flying at the seat of their pants but that they were organized, but on the contrary this was good for us to know so that the next time we will approach them as an organized unit and not just as a criminal entity. With that in mind it was no wonder they had in place their own town administration, they in all probability were hoping to start off small and eventfully start to control larger areas. Remember the Mormons have a whole state but the last time I looked they weren’t murdering people.

  Since the church was the only place I had a live feed, we had to send a special group to check

  everything out. I sent a Fed to make up an obscure story to talk to the sheriff and three others just to look around. The sheriff was sitting at his desk in an empty office without personal or prisoners. When Federal agent Johnny Taylor walked into his office he was in shock; it was as he wasn’t expecting anyone.

  Taylor showed his FBI ID and said, “My name is Federal agent Johnny Taylor, I was just here to inform you that some of your water supply might be tainted from the runoff coal mining just fifty miles away.”

  The Sheriff gave him an odd look, “As far I know our water is just fine and I wasn’t aware of any coal mining near here or anywhere else nearby in the south east side or Cumberland Valley.”

  “As I said sheriff it was just a speculation and we were here just to check things out, know your tax dollars are well spent when we are thinking of the citizenry.”

  Taylor walked out after that exchange from which the sheriff followed him with his eyes staring at the back of him as he slowly walked down the street. He picked up the phone, “ My Calif , there is something strange going on here , there was a Fed just here asking some type of dumb questions.”

  Sinclair was curious, the town had existed for almost two decades and there has never been a police official visit until now. They were getting close but they didn’t really know what was going on, for if they did, they would have already invaded the town with every man they had. The group of law enforcers that Lomax had led into the heights of the Blue Mountains was still there in the hotel. He had gone out into the hallway to fill up a bucket with ice and noticed a strange occurrence. One of the Feds greeted a stranger with a gesture he hadn’t seen before, he first placed his right hand around his throat and then the palm of the same hand to cover his mouth, and the stranger did the same gesture. I was in shock were they really that close and how many more have infiltrated us, I had to know. “I have a question to ask you professor, did the thugs have a special way of signaling each other.”

  “Yes they did, and what you have to remember also is that the thuggee were also known as the arch deceivers.” “So it wouldn’t be beyond them to use spies and go undercover I assume?”

  “Your assumption is correct; they are masters of disguise and deception, this is something that they have practiced for hundreds of years.” After that conversation I started to observe the Fed agent that was in the hallway very closely. I included Omar in my confidence and told him of my suspicions, he took the next step and did a computer background check of his with our computer tech back at t
he precinct. Omar was sitting in an oversized chair near the window of the hotel , this was very appropriate seeing how large his girth was , he looked at me lethargically , a look he often had when he had bad news to deliver to me , “ I just got back the word from the tech guy about the FBI agent, it’s a long list of information but I marked off some interesting points , you can look for yourself for something that you might see that I didn’t, but one interesting point is that he worked for the secret service guarding a US embassy for ten years in Calcutta.”

  That’s very interesting but that’s only one guy, we’ll see how far down the rabbit hole this info is leading us and if there is anymore hiding amongst us. But yet still we kept a peeled eye at agent Yablonsky. It was obvious that we weren’t dealing with ordinary criminals but the most dangerous that you could deal with, cult followers who often believed more in a man and his utterances and would try to fanatically put in place his edicts.

  “We have suspicious movement at the town, we have a long black limousine with three town cars and two Hummers, following it as in an entourage,” one of agents states. This must be the big guy , he was brazen I think he got the message that he was under surveillance but he shows up in a fancy show of force as if had no care about a police investigation at all , I didn’t know if he were just egotistic or just plain stupid. Our long lens cameras were going ballistic with the shutters recoiling rapidly; if anything we had clear pictures of the suspect at every angle his profile would be thoroughly scrutinized. I’ll be damn, we ran the main suspects picture through every media we could and here he was standing next to the governor of Pennsylvania with a caption stating that he was a very good friend with the governor. I gave my captain this info and he returned my call to forthright, “You better tread carefully with this one; Sinclair has political power with the governor and most of the political elite in Pennsylvania, this ain’t an ordinary mope.”