“Yeah… it was. The second mistake we made was not just following her order to kneel until you arrived. She pissed me off. I nearly got her killed and I did get Squiggy killed.”
“The right one got dead, kid. I asked you all in on this. Thanks to Benny, we’ll be ending this damn invasion of the school. I didn’t know what else to do. Everyone griped and complained but no one had the backup to bring this bunch down. Did Gus and John observe?”
Jean pointed over at a window tinted SUV across the street. The driver’s side window opened and Gus Nason waved at Dickerson. “Cleaner’s in the back too. We weren’t sure if we could pull this off the way we hoped.”
Dickerson gave Gus, John and Cala a quick smiling salute before Gus drove away. “I will let your Dad know if the DA screws this bust up in court. Any ideas on your newest venture with Harding’s crew from the Bay?”
Jean glanced at Sonny, trying not to let the startled feeling at Dickerson’s words reach her features. Sonny shrugged. She turned again to Neil. “Dad briefed you about that, Uncle Neil?”
“Nick knows I’d cut my own tongue out rather than betray him. He informed me because Santa Cruz County is in the neighborhood and no one is certain when they will strike. Your Dad told me… hey… do you have Nick in your ear?”
Jean shook her head. “Mom and Dad know Gus, John, and Cala are with us. They packed it in. We’re meeting at Otter’s Point when we finish. You’re invited.”
“I can’t. I’m staying on this gangbanger bust to the end. Anyway, Nick told me there are as many as a hundred Middle East refugees operating in a hidden compound behind a ranch front along Glen Haven Road, building a small town with new arrivals every day. It’s meant to be one of those No-Go Zones where they plan to install their own guards and Sharia Law, complete with training facility. He put me on alert in case I get word of anything happening suspiciously down here. I put out a vague alert to the Carmel and Monterey departments so we could exchange any hint of attacks or suicide bombings. It’s tough though. We’re hanging on by a thread as tourist retreats. I hope to hell you all end them. I’m sick of this shit.”
“I hear you,” Jean replied. “We’re discussing finalization on our joint action. John Harding, along with Clint and Lynn Dostiene are meeting us to discuss a way to proceed. As usual we have to map out the collateral damage in some politically correct format. It’s either that or a kill mission. You’re not the only one sick of this Sharia Law No-Go Zones like Dearbornistan. Dad and Harding tackled a No-Go Zone near Santa Clara when I was a kid. The Muslims of the Americas tried to begin an enclave there with Sharia Law posters and copied Dearborn, Michigan’s creeping jihad idea of incrementally seizing control of an area.”
“Nick said this bunch have kept their recruitment completely under the radar,” Neil replied. “He told me they built the gated community with armed guards.”
“During their undercover building project, some of the Santa Cruz County’s stranger inhabitants began disappearing,” Sonny said. “Since it has happened in that area before, it took multiple disappearances before anyone in authority paid any attention. Inquiries to the Santa Cruz County Sheriff’s Department drew Clint and Lynn’s attention. They’re the early warning system for Harding’s crew involving Muslim jihadist activity.”
“Dad found out from Clint that they plan to keep expanding separating walls, along with making the inner compounds impervious to most conventional weapons. Once Clint alerted Harding’s tech guy, Jafar, they coordinated an attack on the so called community of Ramoi until Jafar infiltrated every communication sent, received, and shared there. Those creepy munchkins, as Cala calls them, think they have the makings of a new Caliphate out of the public eye.”
“The Michigan militias are still fighting to control Dearbornistan and the surrounding enclaves there,” Quinn said. “At some point we’re going to need a more substantive action in the big Muslim population zones. Half of their population are still playing the wait and see card. They aren’t assimilated Americans. They’re waiting for the opportunity to jump on the dying corpse of America the moment their brethren lie and murder their way to our destruction. The government won’t intercede on a large scale, nor will the authorities in charge locally.”
“Jean, is it okay if I walk Sammy down to Otter’s Point from here,” Benny asked. “He needs a longer outing and walk.”
Jean hugged her adopted brother. “You did great today, Benny. Sure… go ahead. I’ll keep my com unit in. You do the same. Dad would bite my head off if I didn’t take precautions like he used to.”
“Absolutely,” Benny said with a grin. “Nice seeing you, Uncle Neil.”