Last Thuggie Book III: You Will Pay (3)

by Jamal Shakur

  All of a sudden one of the SWAT guys announced, “There’s some type of earth structure ahead about a hundred yards ahead of us.” The structure appeared like it was just a mound of dirt but on examining the structure it was an entrance to an underground structure. This could be tricky if we entered the structure by forcing our way in; it could result in heavy casualty on our end. I took the precautionary stance first and bought out the bullhorn and stated, “My name is of no importance but I represent the Philly PD and have in my company the military, SWAT and the local police, we have a lot of fire power, we would hope that you would give yourselves up instead of the likelihood of a lot of death and destruction visited on us both.

  It was a moment of silence, and not a peep was heard from them for approximately fifteen minutes which seem like an eternity. Finally, movement, a small figure loomed in the door way, first we thought it was a child but it is a female, the punk sent one of his female adherents to negotiate. She carried a white flag of truce. She was a tall attractive blonde hair woman; wrapped in a white silk cloth that exposed all the attributes of her beauty, if the leaders of the group thought that she could dazzle us with her beauty they were wrong. She walked up to me very closely and seductively and without any fear , as if she knew me personally and whispered in a soft voice bewitchingly with her lips so close to my ears that I could feel her hot breath and said. “ I take it that you are Dr Lomax , first sir what we like to know is what is this unwarranted attack about, we are a law abiding group who are recognized as a legitimate religion and to take it further if you wish , you could talk to the governor of Texas who knows us very well.”

  I responded very quickly to her pronouncements, “ Neither the governor nor the mayor has anything to do with this we are under the rule of homeland security and have a search warrant , we would like to enforce it without harming anyone , but if we must we will.”

  “Well we have about a thousand children in our temple, I don’t think that would look very good on the nightly news, would it detective Lomax, “ she stated with a notable smile spread across her face.

  The strategy she was referring to was Ruby Ridge, where the FBI was accused of having been responsible for the killing of a number of women and children. But we could check this out with our snitches. We got a reply back from some of our snitches; there are no children in any of the temples anywhere in the US. We were about to go in a predawn attack but as we crept up the hill the door to the compound opened up and a figure dressed in all black led a line of children out the door in an endless circle , from which we estimate about five hundred . We were stumped, the justice department had learned from Ruby Ridge and it was obvious that the cult learned from this by using it as our weakness. As usual my phone started to ring as it usually does when I’m in a pickle, it was Omar. “ Hey homeboy , don’t want to tell you this but that group has killed five women at the same time you’ve taken out your action on them, “ he said.

  “So did they leave some type of message,” I said.

  “The only message left was, “You will pay.” If we hadn’t already done that, Omar quipped.

  I was going to try something, I called the El Paso police station, there was one officer left there. I requested that he visit our snitch in the hospital, it was time he did his job. All I wanted him to do was to draw a floor plan of the temple and the exact area the children are being kept. “ The file is being E- mailed to you, as we speak ” said the officer. We had their asses now; the floor plan showed that the children were being held at the end of the enclosure. What we planned to do next was attack from the front while our men opened up from the back freeing the children.

  We gave them a day letting them settle in before attacking, the plan was to attack at dawn the children would probably be sound asleep and relaxed, however, the adults could be restless and shaky depending on the person’s personality.

  Ch 58

  5:00 am

  As part of our arsenal of weapons we had were large state or the art loudspeakers pointed their way , this was done to rattle their nerves, they also had underground electricity that ran under the underground mound. We first turned the loudspeakers to a high decimal that was unnerving especially early in the morning and then the electricity was cut, this had to be unnerving to them and imagine over a thousand children frightened and screaming their heads off.

  Everything suddenly went silent as if it were a death dance about to occur. For about an half an hour there was no movement in the compound, so we went ahead with our next move which was to make minimal close contact to the perps, we hit the front door with smoke bombs which made visibility difficult and then five SWAT guys one with a battering ram hit the door breaking it down , then concussion grenades were thrown in to destabilize the fray, while this distraction was occurring we sent men in the back with a blow torch , they advanced with the same firepower; they reached the children area freeing them and starting to escort them from the back of the building. To our dismay there were about ten children all lying prone on the ground dead, not from our weapons, thank God but from their own group. They quickly gathered their wits together and realized that their ace in the hole the children were gone. This made them angry, so they began to fight like the devil had possessed them. It was one thing for certain, they had a formidable arsenal. Some of the weapons were state of the art but one thing that exemplified their weakness, they choose to stay in a building to fortify themselves, leaving an impossibility for movement which we had circling the whole compound. At any rate there seem to be an over abundance of AK47’s in their possession and each weapon was used professionally no rapid fire but quick spurts like one learns in the military. We were exchanging fire when slightly to the back of me I heard a streaking voice , “Ah , I’m hit , we weren’t alone a sniper was spotted about two klicks away , they had thought about their weakness and had what looked like an unknown amount of sentries outside the perimeter.

  We set up our own snipers who were in a running battle with the perps. As they were dealing with their new work, we were dealing with ours, we bought out the heavy artillery , using grenade launchers and AK’s . The battle was bloody we had one wounded and their group had about ten casualties. Our guys were successful in taking out their snipers; now it was our term to bring the heat. We hit them from all sides especially from the back and front; the military had a small utility tank which they drove through the front taking out as many as ten men the rest of the perps lay prone on the floor and ready to surrender. We have to check the finger prints of the deceased to identify who they were and rather they held high rank or just soldiers of their cult.

  After all the bombing artillery lunching; the temple interior and exterior still stood, it was amazing, their stood in the middle of the floor was a statue of the four armed Goddess Khalie , made of what look to be solid gold. The walls were painted in gold and the trimming look as it was real silver. It was extraordinary the amount of money that might have been invested in this temple but as been found before there was a separate room with the decapitated heads of recently murdered women, perhaps the same females that have recently been killed.

  All the bodies of the perps and the murder victims were held at the morgue, I extended a much needed hand to the head coroner, and needless to say he was happy to receive my help. I was surprised, the area was state of art for a small city like this, I wasn’t expecting anything like Philly but I had forgotten how many murders a town like this has seen, for example the drug cartels and Mexican mafia hits and assassinations are an everyday occurrence. I donned my scrubs and goggles switched on the tape recorder and began to work. After a couple of hours, it didn’t seem like there was anything extraordinary but that was just the female heads I had examined first , however the soldiers had an index finger removed from their right hand. I heard of this type of actions exemplified by the *Yakazu, when a member has committed some type of disloyalty he often offers up his index finger forappeasement. Besides that glaring fact the other thing was tha
t they were malnourished which would have me believe that they were brainwashed warriors that would do anything that their masters requested.

  Ch 59

  I had a call right in between my dissections, I was about to weigh the brain placing the organ delicately on the scale, I normally have my phone turned off, for me the utmost respect is due for the decease and they deserve my entire attention but unfortunately you can chalk it up to being in a new surrounding that I forgot this ritual. But I digress I answered the phone it was the Police Chief, “Lomax, you got to get back to the temple it’s important.” With that short and sweet message I ran outside and jumped into one of the squad cars and was on my way. It took a while to reach the temple compound but I was finally there. Military men were at attention and placed out front of the compound. The chief met me at the front entrance with the look of worry on his face, I didn’t know if this was just his way or if in fact it was something that was just a part of his sensibilities, “I have something to show you, be prepared for something horrific, I just thought I’d warn you.” He reached at a book that set against the wall and pulled down, the book case slid across and then he pushed a button and the whole wall slid open revealing an extra room. What were in this room were at least a hundred baby cribs with infants contained in them. On the side was an operating table which contained a number infant skulls lined up in order by size. These were some very evil people to deal with, indeed. As with any homicide case media blackout is very important, we only let out information to the press when it is necessary which would not jeopardize the investigation. However, low and behold my face and the investigation were on front of the New York Times. I guess the predawn raids and army involvement was hard to keep quiet. But worry us was the spin that the reporter took about the death of children as if it was another Ruby Ridge which gave the killers unnecessary sympathy. I was calling the reporter from the times but he was avoiding my call, he had want he wanted, his scoop and it was nothing I could do about it. He finally answered, “Dr Lomax, I can call you doctor can’t I, this indeed is a privilege and pleasure to here from such a prestigious crime fighter,” he sarcastically stated.

  “As to what you want to address me as it doesn’t matter , I’ve had my ego stroked many times before, what I’m calling you for is to ask you from where did you receive the info,” I said with authority.

  “I think you’ll aware that I can’t disclose my sources. I’m sorry I can’t help you but you know that this is a big story and someone was bound to find out.”

  “I want you to open your door and look out into the outer office, and you will find out how serious I am.

  He stood up slowly and opened the door as instructed, outside was two very large men in black suits, feds he suspected. “We represent home security and would like for you to accompany us to our office.” The mountain shaped Fed announced.

  “But you can’t do this. “He whined.

  “According to the law we could hold you indefinitely if you don’t cooperate, this is a matter of national security.”

  He was interviewed at the Justice department and held for about ten hours, half of which he was interrogated closely. He broke down and what was discovered is that his source came directly from the thuggies themselves. We knew who the caller was after examining his cell phone, but it was an untraceable cell phone, perhaps a throw away; however, it illustrated their desperateness to elicit public attention and sympathy.

  The reporter didn’t realize how much he jeopardized the investigation, if it was left to our hands to give out the info to the press we could have made it known about the decapitated infant heads and the public would therefore clamor for their arrest instead of looking at law enforcement as the bad guys. There wasn’t nothing left to do but to turn up the heat on our snitches and squeeze them for all the info or Intel that they could give us. We had one snitch imbedded within the thuggie lair, he was a police officer and maybe his cop eyes and ears could convey something that even he didn’t realize that he knew. We had him in the interrogation room, the thuggie clan wasn’t suspicious because he was their informant but what they didn’t know was that now he was a double agent, we wired him up and had about seven tapes to examine. And by the Intel on the tapes it was obvious Sinclair the so- called Ripper was on the scene right here in Philadelphia. By the sound of the tape it was as if the Pope was about to arrive, they held him with utmost esteem and they would do anything for him, sacrificing their family and their own lives meant nothing. According to the tapes plans were made for his stay, his living quarters, women for his weird sexual appetites and even something as mundane as bed sheeting were discussed. At last a break, an address. He was held up at a home of one his rich followers in a house on the Main Line in Villanova. We feverishly made plans for his capture. The plans had to be thorough; no mistakes could be made, because these are very dangerous men who were eons ahead of the average criminal, in essence we wanted to put this shit to rest, without any error.

  Ch 60

  Tuesday 4:00 am

  As surprising as it might seem we weren’t alert for this latest attack. Maybe because of the early morning but I think it’s because of the redundancy of the entire situation. We’ve been coming at this particular group for what seem like forever. We came with a heavy presence but this time a little bit subdued and sluggish. We sat there for about a half an hour just to gather our wits grab a cup of coffee and chill out. After the break we proceeded; as usual I was the person to lead the charge; this time we had the phone number of the person who the home belonged to. They let the phone ring for about five times before answering. I spoke before giving them a chance to answer. “Hello, I am Detective Lucky Lomax and we have an arrest warrant for a John Sinclair.”

  They answered immediately with gun fire; it was the recognizable sound of the rat tat tat of automatic gun fire. We took cover as a hail of bullets whizzed across our heads. This was amazing; out of all the confrontations that law enforcement has had with this group it has always had the answer of gun fire. They appear as though they had a hard on for armed battle , they were prepared to fight, although they weren’t ready for our response. The SWAT snipers were on a roof diagonally from the residence. They had a figure in the window in their sights and took him down, they fired again but this time when fired back in unison the house blast into a ball of fire, I don’t know if this was something they did on their own or were it the result of our gun fire. We had the fire department there but waited a while playing it cautiously so that the fire fighter would be safe from harm. The house was silent and whatever accelerant they used caused the house to burn down to the ground.

  We took a couple of hours to let the ground settle and for the fire to go completely out, the fire marshal’s examination conclusion was that it was arson , it was concluded that the fire was started inside the residence. There were approximately ten bodies in the house they were burnt to a crisp and the only way we could probably get Identification for each body was to check their dental records.

  Back at the morgue we laid bodies side by side, the damages were undesirable to each corpse, the bodies were actually still smoldering , with the steam and smoke still extending into the air. There wasn’t much here; we would have to wait and hear from the Feds about the dental records that is if any of these guys have ever been to a dentist. The word was sent back by fax, only one dental record the others were not found, and no identification for Sinclair, so it was a 50/50 chance that he was on our observation table, we would have to wait and see. He’s been a narcissist and would probably announce his survival. The record for the one corpse was for no one of importance, he was probably just a rank and file guy.

  Italy

  2 months later

  He was an American enjoining the Italian atmosphere and taking a much desired break from the humdrum of North America. He took long walks and enjoyed everything about his new surrounding, he didn’t give any thought to Lomax or any of law enforcement that was tracking him closely back home.<
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  Even with the entire relaxing environment he missed his one calling and that was the outward flow of blood, the Italian girls with their thin sleuth bodies made it a delight in his mind for the killing that would be forth coming. He was in a new environment, to his inner mind this would be fun, if only Lomax could see him now, just free and easy with no one to stop him. He was walking along the water front and happened to spot a very attractive Italian girl with long flowing blond hair and tanned bronzed skin she had the appearance of the novae rich. The rich were the only ones that look like they would have the time to receive a tan like she displayed. She heard his discussion with the waiter and took note of his English usage. She stares at him very deeply with her soft green eyes and said, “I see signore that you are American how long have been in our illustrious country?”

  He reciprocated the same intense look she gave him and answered, “I have been here for slightly a week signora, but the monuments I’ve seen so far cannot compete with your beauty.”

  She blushed at his statement and didn’t know how to contain herself.

  They became an item meeting at the same place at the sidewalk cafe near the river, she thought he was fascinating and a world traveler, no doubt the American idea of being rich and famous has permeated around the world , that made her think this way. He worked her slowly; much slowly than he has worked any female before, he wanted to slowly enjoy the prey before the slaughter. She finally came to his hotel room, she was hot and ready for anything but she misjudged his intentions. He was hot but hot for her blood. Her mind reflected back at how he looked when she first met him; he gave her the same look and brushed her head slowly caressing her neck with his left as he squeezed her neck with his right. It wasn’t the kind of kill he desired it was bloodless and without felling. He exploded with anger and began to hack away at her with a hatchet he had on hand his nature rose into an infernal loud noise and then he was fine once again.