“Not a chance, my love,” Jafar answered. “Sit down with us. We need to show Cheese and Crue the folders Clint printed out.”
Samira became animated immediately in gesture, and tone, as she grabbed the folders to place in front of Lynn and me after we sat with our beverages at the table with Clint. “They are horrendous! The two assassins come from Karachi, Pakistan. They commit heinous crimes in the tribal areas as enforcers of Sharia Law when called in. Isis smuggled them through Mexico to be at Al-Kadi’s command. He shuttles them across the United States to enforce Sharia Law Edicts upon request. They come into an area, kill the target in horrendous but anonymous ways according to how they are requested to do it. When they leave, the police have no proof to arrest the suspected ones who hired the killers. Isis has expanded their duties. How in the world did Mr. McCarty capture them?”
“Sam told me they tried to kidnap Nick’s daughter near her school in broad daylight,” I told her. “Nick and his dog, Deke, got them in unspecified terms along with the Nazaris. That they are alive for us to interrogate is a blessing.”
“Dead Boy’s enemies are my enemies,” Clint said. “I say they go on a day flight over the ocean when we get done with them. I’ll leave it up to Lynn about the Nazari woman, but the male mutants die.”
“Agreed,” I said. “Any idea how Florence latched onto Majd?”
“Typical liberal guilt trip,” Clint continued. “Her maiden name is Florence Domki. She’s Pakistani, born in a Pakistani enclave in Los Angeles. I found nothing on her parents. They run a dry cleaning business in LA, spent a fortune sending Flo to Cal State Berkeley where she met Majd Nazari on a student visa out of Saudi Arabia. She married him after graduation and never spoke to her parents again. Samira confirmed that fact by calling them to say she was a classmate from Berkeley trying to get in touch with Florence. Flo and Majd have been working the Islamophobia card ever since. He’s a professional con-man with ties to every place the Unholy Trio has hit in their area. That Al-Kadi sent his two best assassins at Nazari’s request on behalf of the Kader family makes this interrogation very important. Nazari is very good or very lucky.”
Our door beeped. Samira walked over with me close behind, checked our surveillance cam screen and opened the door. “Hello, Sam. How are you Janie? I have Mia with me and Lynn has Clint Jr. Come see them in the playpen together.”
“That’s wonderful,” Janie said, her face a serious mask. “I looked over the files Clint put together on our prisoners. I felt like taking them into the desert and shooting them all in the head. Let’s see the babies. Can we get a little help transferring our Isis gang?”
“Sure. Come inside.” Samira accepted the SUV keys from Sam. She led the way to where the playpen was set up. While the two FBI agents enjoyed the two babies’ antics, Samira handed the keys to me.
“Lynn? Would you like to introduce yourself now to our guests?”
“No. Call the minions. Tell Gus to put them all into our holding cell together after a bathroom break. I want to read these files over more thoroughly before I decide what I want to do.”
“On it. I’ll help them.”
*
Gus opened the SUV door with a big smile. “Buenos Dias, my friends. Welcome to hell. I, Gus Denova, will be your host. These are my other helpers, Quays and Sylvio. We serve your interrogator, Dr. Deville and the big guy here, the Dark Lord. Come out of there. Save your breath for the screaming later. We will take you all to the most comfortable place you’ll probably see again while living.”
Sylvio fired an arc from this cattle prod. “Please don’t make this a difficult journey. There will be time for all of that later. We try to be pleasing and polite while following our orders to transfer prisoners. You do not want to make this difficult. It will not go well for you.”
The woman began wailing so loudly as the prisoners left the vehicle, Lynn came to the door. “Get her silent or unconscious, Sylvio. That damn screeching is upsetting the kids.”
“On it.” Sylvio used the cattle prod on Florence.
She did the dance electric for a moment before collapsing in a heap. Gus and Quays nailed the three others the moment they moved to interfere. Being larger, the men received an extended electronic hello. In moments, silence reigned.
“Excellent, my minions,” Lynn gave final approval. “Bring them in when they can do so quietly.”
“Should we warm them with the video montage, Crue,” Gus asked.
“Definitely. I don’t feel like starting from the beginning. Warm them to boiling point, boys.”