Ghost Detectives - Virus, Chapters Four to Eight.
Chapter Four
Abisali had been in Tenerife for two weeks staying in a hotel in Los Cristianos before the arrival of Fatik with Diya al Dir; the following day the two women Eiliyah and Ghaziyah arrived dressed in western style clothes to not draw attention to themselves. Abyan and Abhan were to arrive on Saturday, two days away. They were expecting three others to arrive from Turkey but Abisali hadn't heard when they'd arrive. Telephone and internet communication was always kept to a minimum and when they had to communicate only an encrypted channel would be used and even then, every message had a duality of meaning with only the recipient knowing the true content.
The seven met Sunday morning in Abisali's room having first scanned it; he wasn't expecting anything untoward, no one knew they existed and he intended to keep it that way. The six people in front of him held professional jobs, university educated, versed in English and a few other languages and all were off the radar with the authorities, true soldiers in Allah, accepting the only way to bring the true faith to the world was by Jihad, believing that only by living inside a caliphate could this be brought about and were prepared to die for their beliefs to bring it into being. They would cause chaos and destruction of the present democratic institutions by using fear as their weapon of choice.
"Allah Akbar, said Fatik. "We will prevail against the infidels."
"How can we defeat them? Their power is too great, their wealth too vast, their values so far from the true path of Allah. They bomb us into oblivion, kill us for sport," a despondent Ghaziyah said. "I'm ready to take a bomb to my body and go forth into paradise."
"We can go into paradise together. I will come with you," responded Eiliyah.
Abisali held up his hand for silence. "Bombs and guns, torture and suicide, will frighten and kill but it will not be enough. Each time we terrorise and kill, it makes them more determined to defeat us, which makes it more difficult for us to operate. We carry guns, they find us. We build bombs, the find us. We hold meetings, they listen to us. We need to follow another path in Allah, without guns and bombs."
Adham's face darkened. "You talk of peace and reconciliation, appeasement and concession! "No," raising his voice in anger, "we are jihadists and I will die a glorious death, a martyr for Allah." His eyes spitting fire as he stared at Abisali.
"I am with Adham in this," spat out Fatik. "You talk like an apostate."
"Hold! I am no apologist. I want a world caliphate with Sharia Law at its heart run by a Caliph and group of religious leaders true to the teachings."
Diya al Dir stood and pointed at him. "Without, guns, without bombs, without terror, the Infidels will not listen; we need to subjugate them into compliance to force them into the right path."
A wry smile passed across Abisali's face. "I never said without terror. We will unleash a terror more destructive than an atom bomb. Hit their families, children, institutions, the fabric and structure of their way of life and rebuild society in our image, the image of the caliphate."
Abyan blinked. "Bring on the bubonic plague of the middle ages," he said in jest.
Abisali gave a knowing smile. "That is what I propose we work to achieve."
Eiliyah shook her head. "How?"
"Not an ancient disease, a new, deadly disease that we'll spread throughout the world, into their homes, into their places of work and leisure. When we finish our great work in Allah, those that do not follow Sharia Law, agree to a caliphate, accept the Five Pillars of Islam, are not pure in mind and in practice, accepting the abomination of homosexuality and lesbianism, will feel the fullness of our wrath and find their only way is death and be for eternity in the fires of hell. Allah Akbar."
The other six smiled and repeated the chant, "Allah Akbar. We believe in the Five Pillars of Islam, Muhammed being the last and most important prophet, daily prayers to Allah. Giving of alms to the needy, pilgrimage to Mecca, self-purification through fasting." Abisali nodded his approval as they finished chanting, then silence, waiting for their leader to speak. "Jesus was little more than a lesser prophet and not the son of God; Muhammed is the greatest and last of the prophets. Allah Akbar. Allah has sent to me a dream of what we must do and I will share with you that knowledge. Our three soldiers in Allah, Hadi, Sadeen and Kanval, have just text me, they will be here late tomorrow evening. Two of them are epidemiologists and Kanval is an infectious disease specialist."
The six looked at him askance. "We need fighting soldiers, not academics. An infectious disease specialist is easy to work out. What is epidemiology? Asked Eiliyah."
Before Abisali could respond Ghaziyah jumped in with a reply. "Something to do with germs and the like, I think."