“I’m happy to hear you say that,” Nick replied. “Show this wanker what we have for him.”
Jafar started a video. It showed the Labour Party official on Cafrey Rothstein’s Isle of Darkness with a twelve-year-old girl. Gasps and muttering denouncements rippled around the table as the official, Calvin Morgan, watched in stunned shock. Jafar turned it off at Nick’s signal.
“Go ahead and make a big stink about our encampment, Cal. We’ll let the people see what kind of a sick, twisted little shit you really are.”
Morgan stood abruptly, sending his chair crashing to the floor. “I want that video and every copy of it!”
“Sure.” Nick gestured at him. “Come get it. You need to go through me first though. I don’t like your chances. If you have a hideaway piece, like your buddy Borebyn, draw it. If you live, my friend John Harding will give you the video. Otherwise, you need to leave. Just looking at your pedophile face makes me nauseous.”
“You have not heard the end of this from me!” Morgan turned to stomp out.
“One more thing before you leave,” Nick said. “Resign the moment you get back to the UK or I will release the video everywhere.”
Morgan’s fists clenched but he continued walking out.
Nick sat down and I stood to end the briefing. “I wish we could help all of you. The key is to get the globalists out of your governments and end your affiliation with the EU. Then, give the migrant infiltrators the three choices as done in the UK by the Prime Minister: leave the country, renounce Islam and be monitored, or die. Your citizens are still strong enough with military assistance to win your nations back, but you need to harden your hearts. Our secular city here may take in refugees from other nations, but they can’t expand right now without making their own way to independence. That concludes the briefing. The Roma will be leaving port for the UK tomorrow.”
The State Department official joined Nick and I by the conference table. “I can honestly say I never attended a briefing like that one. May I make a suggestion? When you have another briefing, perhaps it would be good to disarm the attendees before allowing them to enter. Then, Marshal McCarty would not need to throw a knife through someone’s eye-socket.”
“I confess we assumed no one in the UK would have a weapon, or for that matter, any attendee at all,” Nick replied. “The UK Labour Party resembles the liberal airheads we have in America in every detail: steal from the working populace to pay for entitlements in order to gain votes, label everyone who doesn’t agree with you a racist, open the borders to allow more entitlement parasites in to vote, destroy the military with social experiments, and destroy the rule of law.”
“Your point of view is as sharp as your knife, Marshal.”
“Sorry, the Sand brings out the worst in me. We will make sure no one gets killed at the next briefing, right John?”
“Absolutely,” I agreed. “We’ll be moving the encampment into housing very soon after we thoroughly vet the ones we have. Our secular police will be compiling a list of refugees who would rather return to their place of origin.”
Nick looked at his iPad. So far Khan has a hundred and twenty-nine people to be returned. Thirty-one of them are simply incorrigibles who will not obey our rules. The rest are Sharia Law advocates. We’ll put them on planes from Dakhla Airport for their destinations. We won’t know how many saboteurs are left. Khan knows that is a top priority.”
“We have the DNA, fingerprint, and photo ID database of all living encampment members,” I said. “It will be vital for the UK and all other nations to keep the trolls out of their countries once they leave here. The only reason we’re not shooting them all in the head is they are obeying the rules for now.”
“Thank you for the briefing. I like what I see. Goodbye for now.”
The official left. Our Monster contingent began moving to the door. Alexi transported one of our UH-60 stealth helicopters. Laredo awaited us on the Roma’s helipad. The first solar powered building was a combination Humvee garage, helicopter hanger, fueling/maintenance, and living quarters. We needed to be able to transport people to be deported easily without driving the Humvees everywhere. The living quarters were large cubicles. We had air conditioning, but tried to use only the fans. Luckily, we had plenty of sun, which kept the encampment and our refuge powered more than adequately.
Alexi met us at the door. “I’m glad I caught you. Word got out that you were overseas, John. Abu Dhabi wants to host a fight between you and Darius the Destroyer. That’s a fifteen-hour flight. I talked to Eugene. He told me he didn’t mind you fighting Darius first. He knows what we’re doing here is important.”
“It’s a good thing Tommy’s back at the encampment,” Lynn said. “I know what he’d be saying. I’ll fill in for him. Are you mental? You just fought the fight of your life to earn the UFC championship belt back. Now, you want to fight some ringer in his own hometown arena? You’re not goin’. I’m not buying you another ticket to idiots’ island. Dev ain’t bringin’ the Latin, and we ain’t goin’ to Yabba Dabba Do!”
By the time Lynn finished her Tommy impersonation, we enjoyed her Flintstone’s sign off on Abu Dhabi with loud amusement, including Alexi.
“This new scheme, on top of Muerto stealing my eyeball throw, messes with the mental outlook I have for the rescue business.” Lynn folded her arms as if miffed.
“Hey… I didn’t catch a strange knife and fire it back through someone’s eye socket,” Nick reminded her. “Even I’m not real enthusiastic about trying that one.”
“Well, ok then.” Lynn sighed. “You sure added some spice to that briefing. I think Cheese better talk with Tommy, Alexi. With everything we’ve been doing, another fight this soon after the blast in Vegas, might just barbeque the burger.”
“I saw Darius fight with Jess and Dev,” Jafar said. “He is very impressive. Although many of his fights were in Abu Dhabi with MMA fighters from Europe and the Middle East, when he broke into the UFC, his five wins came against ranked opponents. Darius has all the tools with three knockouts and two submissions.”
“Talk it over with Tommy,” Alexi said. “I’ll handle discussions with Darius if you decide to fight.”
“Abu Dhabi’s outdoor arena is very nice,” I said.
“We’re going to be on mission for a while,” Nick added. “We could make it a celebration type ending to a successful task, or a lot of dead terrorists, if you do decide to fight. I would only caution you that word will get out about our new secular city once the rejects get deported back to their own countries. Abu Dhabi is a Sharia Law country. It’s a bad place to get taken.”
“Nick’s right,” Clint agreed. “You did the Abu Dhabi fight scene once. Maybe if the venue was somewhere else, it would be something to think about. That place is a hotbed of Islamist gettogethers.”
“We’ll think it through, Alexi,” I told him. “It would be risky to say the least, especially if they find out I was part of the assault force that ruined their UK Caliphate.”
“I had not thought of it in that light, John. I will inform Darius’s handlers the venue is out of the question. I will add that he is not the first in line to fight when you return home. I wonder if Eugene would like to fight him. Eugene holds ranking above him. The payday would help Eugene for certain. The UFC would certainly sanction a fight between ‘The Rattler’ and ‘Darius the Destroyer.”
“That sounds like a winner to me,” I told him. “Eugene could use a good payday and I need to stay the hell out of Sharia Law nations unless I’m going on a bombing run. Jafar, Lucas, and Casey will be shipping aboard for your return. Samira has Mia in London now and the other dependents wanted to see England without Sharia Law Mutants. Casey and Lucas will be touring with their wives and kids. They’ll be flying in the day after tomorrow.”
“Excellent. The freshness and regal quality of England has returned,” Alexi replied. “The streets are clean and absent the stench of fear. The EDL patrols without letup, following through on the ten
ets of what the Prime Minister declared. The mosques, with irritating speaker systems, have all been revamped as housing. The health care crisis, socialized medicine carries with it, has eased significantly since entitlements have been cut off completely from the refugees remaining. They either work and renounce Islam or they are put in quarantine at the largest of the mosques until they can be deported here.”
“Do you have enough men to handle the next batch. I don’t want any mistakes causing the Roma to be lost in a combat situation at sea.”
“That will not be a problem, John. I have hired a team of SAS veterans to man our machine gun nests and keep order. They have no rules of engagement. Anyone protesting will be shot and tossed over the side. Any coordinated assault will be met with machine gun fire. The group being deported are being warned by the SAS team right now. Many have optioned to be fingerprinted, photographed, and DNA samplings taken so they may pay their own way to their native countries.”
Nick grinned. “So, our idea they would self deport is actually working?”
“It is indeed,” Alexi answered. “If they don’t have the money, they are being allowed to wire their families for the fare. If they do not have family members with money, it means deporting them here to the encampment to work their way home. Your videos of encampment life, rules, and handling of saboteurs has been played for the group to be deported. That was when many found the money for going home on their own. No one from an Islamic state may visit England on business or tourism without paying for an EDL escort.”
“Are the SAS trainers getting the populace trained fast enough to be doing all this with weapons,” Clint asked.
“They work with the growing number of citizen soldiers every day, training them in proper weapons handling, firing, and tactical situations. There is no shortage of volunteers anywhere in the UK. The membership in the English, Scottish, and Irish Defense Leagues grows by the thousands each day. The UK citizens want the Islamists gone, period. The former Muslims renouncing Islam have been issued badges and special IDs so they may pass patrols without problems. They are watched by everyone. If they pull the ‘offended’ card, they are transferred to the deportation zones without being able to file a grievance of any kind.”
“Thank God they’re making it work back there,” Lynn said. “It will make our job here much easier. I really want to see this through to the end where we can watch the city we’ve built in action.”
“At some point, we’re going home,” Nick said. “Between fixing Cafrey Rothstein’s Isle of Darkness, Muslim rehabilitation center building, and meeting with suicidal globalists, I’m nearing the limit of my social worker caring phase.”
“Amen to that.” Until we made some progress the night before, I considered turning the encampment over to whoever wanted it.
* * *
Two weeks passed with daily deportations, encouraged by Khan and his secular police team. The people who hated the encampment rules, work schedule, and no Sharia Law aspects refrained from sabotaging the project on pain of death. Khan’s team convinced them to await deportation rather than causing problems for everyone in the encampment. Khan impressed Nick and me with the amount of trouble he avoided. Khan’s people proved loyal to him. They worked tirelessly to ferret out encampment inhabitants with no will to work or embrace change. Nick and Cala alternated with me and Laredo to fly the deportees to the Dakhla Airport for their flights.
The construction crews, with motivated workers from the encampment, finished adding the ordered number of cottages. The technology involved in the rolled-out roads joining the communities performed solidly, making movement between everything in the city and the encampment smooth. Khan moved people dedicated to making the secular city state work into the cottages first, making sure they knew with the number of secular police now numbering a hundred and fifty, they would be inspecting all aspects of the new city. Recycling waste was a key factor. Learning the ropes of agriculture and irrigation, the encampment understood growing crops and fishing would become their source of income and trade with the cities around them. Contractors brought in to teach solar panel upkeep and maintenance on the agricultural equipment, waste treatment, and water desalinization capsules were guarded every minute.
Nick, Johnny, Jian, and Cala moved amongst the people freely without the previous stares of resentment. Muerto, in particular, was popular with Khan’s growing secular force. Muerto taught the secular police force to operate using tactics from the old ‘Road House’ movie rules for bouncers – be nice until it was time not to be nice, then, use overwhelming force and a take no prisoners attitude. Deportees and dependents arrived, using the old spotless encampment tents and facilities. The leftover thugs sent from the UK learned quickly they would have the same choices as before: be sent home to their origins, obey the rules and work with vigor, or be executed.
With a third of the secular force being women, the changes in the men’s attitudes evolved from the Sharia Law medieval misogyny to an outlook toward women more like the way it was in Iran before the Ayatollahs turned the world inside out. Khan led the secular force with full respect for its female members, making certain respect for each other would be earned and maintained. Patrolling became an integral part of making the city work. Everyone understood sabotage of facilities, homes, or community structures and equipment carried a death sentence. Nick and Gus took their turns in England with family, returning for the final phases of city building. They insisted the Monsters return home. We all met in our compound building.
Nick began the meeting. “Johnny and Cala have made many friends amongst our new secular city dwellers. Their story of how they came together, coupled with their skill sets, elevated them to rock star status. Jian trades stories and patrols with the secular police daily, always ready to turn a tense situation into one with humor. Khan, Gus, and I work with not only the police force, but the maintenance, irrigation, and farming crews. We’re helping Khan to understand the duties of a leader. We’ve talked it over with Rachel and Tina. Our squad will stay on for the next couple of months. We’ll make sure you get all the videos of progress. If we need instant help, I’ll call right away.”
I could tell from the faces of my crew there would not be any arguments on the side of staying. “The security factor bugs me, Nick. They will notice your reduced force. We’ve developed relationships with every one of the secular force. I believe in them too. They’ve handled being armed with stun-gun nightsticks and mace with a professional attitude. You’ve vetted them very well. The city grows daily. I’m worried you could be overrun once we’re gone.”
“Did you just insult me?”
Our standard comical reply drew the usual amusement.
“We know the risks. Gus and I spent a week with our family. Denny’s keeping the supplies coming in until we get on our feet. He and Paul make sure we don’t get thrown under the bus before we complete the mission. Khan knows all the signs when an undercurrent of hostility begins. He and I handled a situation two days before my vacation. Khan’s people noted a group of thug arrivals surrounding another new arrival as if they were in the middle of a meeting. We investigated quietly, revealing a plot to begin forging another Sharia Law attempt towards fundamentalism with hate preaching Imam, Abdul Rence. I shot him in the head and we deported his nine followers. Our force noticed what they were supposed to and the other citizens helped.”
“Muerto will keep us posted,” Lynn agreed. “My minions have been holding down the fort at home but we need to get back. We’re not much more than prison guards now.”
Hearing the muttering agreement from my crew, I didn’t need to draw this out. “I know you wouldn’t take this on and endanger your crew without being sure of the risks. We’ll ship back home with Alexi. He and Marla are getting married next month. I’ll get another look at England when we take on containers meant for the USA. We’ve caused a stir in Europe. I believe the European Union is finished. I think civil war will be the only way for some of the nations to
oust their Islamic infiltrators.”
“We can only do so much,” Nick replied. “If they throw off the EU yoke, nationalism will return, and with it will come protection against Islam’s scourge. Out irrigation system and fertilization has turned this desert into a much more promising place. We’re on target to grow wheat, corn, avocados, kiwifruit, guavas, mangoes, and possibly even grapes. The rest of Western Sahara are watching closely. Once we begin making money from our crops and fishing, this place may become a rich city state. Khan knows allowing any unvetted Islamist in here can crush everything. We’ll see you all back in the states soon. Now that we have docking facilities, supplies move in and out easier, and we’ll be able to get a fishing industry moving along.”
“I’ve been having a blast getting people interested in the fishing prospects,” Gus added. “The trawler we acquired is ready for a fishing expedition. Now that our city dwellers know they can get a plane ticket home, there’s less chance of sabotage. We’ve been pulling in some nice meals too from dockside. Khan will still need a couple of guards on the boat of course, but it is progress.”
“Are you still set on a benevolent dictatorship,” Clint asked.
“Absolutely. It may evolve into something more like the parliamentary system or even a republic. Right now, these people know their place in the community, their jobs, and what’s expected of them under Khan. Keeping him alive is the main reason I’m staying on for a time. His family joined him the day Gus and I sailed for England with Alexi. Since the dependents reunited with many of the first deportees, we have much improved good will amongst a people with purpose. The women threw off the slave costumes with enthusiasm. Clothing donations from abroad, coupled with materials and equipment to start their own textile market, has drawn both men and women into yet another industry.”
“You do realize the problems they face with all the social morays, right?”
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