Andy Reeley King's Ransom (pdf)

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was assigned to Yasser Rashid in 2004 after he had been suspected
to associate with the failed Gloucester Bomber, Saajid Badat.
Already living undercover in the area as a white Muslim, she had
slowly managed to gain his trust and then, it seemed, his love. He
had hinted at extreme views and she had pleaded with her control to
allow her to develop the relationship. She felt there was more to
come from him. Professing a desire to be closer to him, but always
careful not to talk political or religious dogma, she pushed him to
allow her more into his life. Believing her to be a convert, he had
proposed to a marriage, looking forward to her bringing a son into
his life. She had therefore gone deep under cover, becoming one of
the many assets that MI5 had in place covering persons of interest.
She dressed conservatively, keeping herself modestly attired as
was the way of modern Muslim women in Britain and occasionally
she and Rashid had gone out and done ordinary western things,
such as go to the cinema or to a public house, although they never
drank alcohol, and would never eat at inappropriate establishments.
Together they seemed a pair of modern British Muslims. Every few
months she would have an injection that ensured that she could not
conceive his child. That would have been a sacrifice too far for her.
Sex was just part of the job, but child bearing would have put her
too deep to pull out. She professed concern and showed remorse at
her failure to conceive, he never seemed to notice that she did not
have periods.
She had begun to feel that her assignment was stagnating
however, and feared that she had ended up in a dead end, and began
to doubt her original conviction that Yasser Rashid was indeed a
closet fundamentalist or activist. Some days before in a late
afternoon at a local social club, feeling the need to make something
happen to substantiate her suspicions, she had decided to goad him
a little, and had complained about Hamas. She had expounded on
how they were hampering the work of Fatah to resolve the crisis in
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Palestine. He had exploded and the severity of her beating had left
her in no doubt that at heart he was no ordinary British Muslim; he
harboured deep felt fundamentalist views, and he was a very
dangerous man. She also now had another clue to his psyche. He
became very sexually aroused when his deeply hidden feelings were
let out. This would be a sign that she was uniquely positioned to
exploit.
She assembled the phone and prepared her text report. A day
later than scheduled, but this was not late enough to cause critical
concern from control. She was deep in, and it was understood that
she could not always report at the due time without arousing
suspicion. After the texts had confirmed as having been sent, she
wiped the phone memory by doing a phone reset, and then
removed the battery and stored the component parts back in their
original hiding places. Satisfied that no one could recover the
message that she had sent or the number to which it gone she went
back to her chores.
Yasser Rashid left the mosque and went to the small tea room
next to the charity furniture shop. As he sat drinking his weak black
tea, he thought back to the fool Saajid Badat who had thrown away
his chance at immortality and praised Allah that he and Saajid had
only a brief acquaintance. Yasser Rashid had been as surprised as
anyone when Saajid had been proven a failed martyr to match the
imbecilic Abdul Raheem. When his day came, Yasser Rashid was
determined that he would not fail. For now, it was important that he
held his temper and called no attention to himself. Nadira had no
long term injuries, only cuts and bruises, and they would heal with
time. Meanwhile, praise Allah, she would adopt a more
fundamentalist approach and wear a chador and veil when she went
about her chores. That would both hide her bruises and also remind
her of what she now was, a Muslim. The chair at his side scraped as
it was pulled back and there was a sigh as a heavy set man sat beside
him.
Assalamu Alilkum Wa Rahmatulah Wa Barakatuh Yasser
Rashid my brother and greetings from the caves of our benefactor.
The greeting was voiced in a deep yet quietly spoken manner.
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Yasser Rashid turned and gripped the new comers hand firmly,
smiling as he shook his hand and returned the greeting.
Assalamu Alilkum Wa Rahmatulah Wa Barakatuh Kahldoon
Mahmoud. The days are dark and the non believers gather their lies
and poison the minds of the innocents. Yasser Rashid spoke
quietly in return. The background music and hubbub in the caf�
would make over hearing difficult, yet both men still practised the
training. Never to speak of these private matters unless in known
surroundings and facing away from windows. They had been trained
well by the emissary from Pakistan when he had visited, learning
well the tricks of the secret service. They made it their business to
quietly monitor the room rentals in the area, and were aware of
people moving in and out. They never publicly acknowledged each
other unless they could vouchsafe everyone around at the time.
Neither had known of the involvement in the movement of
Saajid Badat, although Kahldoon Mahmoud had suspected that
Badat s trips abroad were more than mere scholarly excursions. It
was the nature of their cause. There were possibly many called and
trained ready for the glorious day, but few would know of the
existence of others. There might be thousands like themselves, and
each fervently hoped such was the case. Equally they knew that they
may be the only martyrs left. They knew this and revelled in the
hope that they would stand tall and proud on the day that they were
called to serve Allah and enter Paradise.
Our benefactor has sent us a message my friend. Kahldoon
Mahmoud looked around the tea room and then dipping his head
spoke quietly, reciting a memorised script. Praise be to Allah;
praise be to Allah; praise be to Allah who created heaven and earth
with justice and who allowed the oppressed to punish the oppressor
in the same way. Peace upon those who followed the right path.
The leaders of this island people still circuit the orbit of the Zionist
leaders and Imperialist Americans, and the ignore the real problem
of occupying the entirety of Palestine and exaggerate lies and
falsification regarding the right in defence and resistance, yet hold us
to ransom and let the blood of our bothers fall as if it were water in
a flood. Kahldoon Mahmoud paused and took a sip from his tea
and leant back in his chair. He gave a guarded look around the
room, and satisfied with what he saw, he continued the message.
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the true land of our brothers and sisters to the Zionists and denied
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