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To Rekindle a Terrorist
To Rekindle a Terrorist
To Rekindle a Terrorist
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Mike Blanch and Ralph Scarpatti were sitting in detective Al Laurence office going through the paper on his desk. Al with a serious face told his friends that in almost every city in the country the crime rate had dramatically increased. It seemed that in our little corner of the world, was the only place that had a lower than normal crime rate. Mike told him to send all the pictures they had on the Mohammed clan to all offices in the country, Al please listen to Mike, it is those Mohammed that is behind this crime increase. Then Al said, I don't know how to put this to you guys, but you have to fly up to Washington DC. The crime rate in New York, Chicago and Philadelphia are in a nightmarish situation. They need you up there. Are you willing to help? It will be dangerous. We were sitting in my apartment when Al called us back and told us that tomorrow a helicopter will pick you up and fly you to the White House. The helicopter landed right in our parking area, and in less than one minute w were on our way. We had to stay at the White House for the night, then another copter took us up to New York. After helping them with a hostage situation, we were given a big car to take us to the Los Angeles area. Coming here, we were met by the local police, and an FBI agent, that as the police were in the Arab's pocket. Through Al Laurence, we were connected with honest cops, and a large number of terrorists were taken to jail. A Chines man, Ling together with a white woman, called Liz was about to try to break into the jail and help the Rahaman's escape. Two rockets were to be shot at the jail at the same time. One rocket came a second too late and exploded inside the jail instead of out on the wall. Ling and Liz could hear screams from the inside. When Liz went in as fast as she could, she saw Mr. Rahamman holding the body of his wife crying. Why did you kill our Mother? said Mr. Rahamman. Because of this ore blood of your people will flow. That is a promise. said Mr. Rahamman with nothing but hate shining through his tear-filled eyes.

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PublisherBo Widerberg
Release dateMar 6, 2016
ISBN9781310750489
To Rekindle a Terrorist
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Bo Widerberg

My name is Bo Widerberg/artbcool, I am born in Europe too many years ago. Have lived with my family in Florida since 1985 and we are happy with our situation. Would feel a lot better if more people would read my stories.

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    To Rekindle a Terrorist - Bo Widerberg

    To Rekindle a

    Terrorist

    by

    Bo Widerberg

    All characters in this story are fictitious,

    and any resemblance to real people,

    living or dead is coincidental.

    ©Widerberg©

    All rights reserved.

    It was towards the end of the year, when Ralph Scarpatti and I got the news from detective Al Laurence. He with a serious face told us that in almost every city in the entire country, the crime rate had dramatically increased. It seemed that our own little corner of the world was the only place that had a lower than normal crime rates this year.

    I don't know for sure, I said. But I have a distinct feeling that we should send out the pictures of this Mohammed clan. All four of them. I have this feeling that they, and their money, are behind most, and maybe all, of this crime increase.

    Al please listen to Mike here, he is right on the ball, said Ralph. They might have had some plastic surgery, or it might be something as simple as having their name changed. And of course, all other identification paper they might have. If they have all these billions of dollars to work with, it would be an easy task for them to get new passports, Ralph added as I looked at all the memos Al had received about new turf fighting’s, and new internal fighting’s between crime lords in every state, even up in Alaska.

    Well my name is Mike Blanch. I am a white guy. Thirty-five years old, blond and blue eyed, a tad over six feet. My friend and partner is Ralph Scarpatti. He's a black guy of my own age. The most extra ordinary about him is his eyes, they are light Amber. We both work for the police, and our boss here is detective Al Laurence. He is a tall slim man around the fifties with an intelligent and serious look that make people listen.

    Now the three of us were sitting in Al's office, looking at all these reports of more violent crimes steadily coming in to his office. Don't know how to put this to you boys, he said with a quiet voice. "But both of you are needed up at the White House. The crime rate from Washington DC, Philadelphia, New York and over to Chicago are in a nightmarish situation. Could the two of you consider going up there? And try to find out what can be done, by the

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