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of them knew that the hippie movement was filling the highways with runaways and the pickings were extremely
     easy for Death Angels. Elijah added to his comment, “By the way, it should be noted that Red Wolf also got his quota the
hard way.
He got his spawn from hell in the northern suburbs right under the noses of the devil-beast police!” Master Elijah smiled
     and looked over at Brother Karriem. “That is
eight
devilbeast children for his Death Angel wings.... This one is a poor Polack, but Red Wolf was pressed for time and had to
     get something
locally.”
Elijah nodded and Karriem stood up. “Brother Karriem has some special entertainment for us tonight.”
    Elijah’s two bodyguards checked the heavy drapes that covered the walls of the basement room that were designed to muffle
     even the loudest noise.
    Karriem walked over to the child and gently brushed the long strands of fine blond hair out of the boy’s eyes. He smiled at
     the terrified child and then smiled back at the assembled Death Angels, whom he couldn’t see because of the bright lights
     shining in his eyes. Karriem reached into his back pocket and removed a razor-sharp hawk-billed linoleum knife. He reached
     over and tried grabbing the fourteen-yearolds scrotum, but fear and the cool basement room had drawn the child’s testicles
     and penis up tight against his stomach. The boy tried looking down to see what the huge black man was going to do to him.
     He hadn’t seen the fat blade of the knife yet.
    Karriem dug with his fingers to find the boy’s testicles.
    “You’re hurting me.” The scared adolescent’s voice was the only sound in the room.
    One of the assembled Death Angels choked as he tried swallowing a laugh.
    Karriem tugged on the boy’s scrotum and then used the knife to slash it away from the child’s body. Surprisingly, there was
     very little blood. The boy’s veins withdrew back inside his body and the first scream rushed out of his lungs.
    Brother Karriem turned around to face the bright lights and held up the adolescent’s scrotum and testicles for everyone to
     see, then he threw them down on the plastic dropcloth.
    Elijah nodded his approval. “The devilbeasts have been castrating the black man for centuries… now it is
our
turn!”
    Karriem stepped back from the screaming child and allowed each of the assembled Death Angels who had been sitting with him
     against the wall to take a turn at mutilating the white teenager.
    Master Elijah watched with his eyes half-closed as the boy’s mouth opened and closed in silent agony. He always loved watching
     the victims die and he loved hearing them scream. An evil grin crossed his face as the boy died. He would make the devilbeast
     named Hitler look like a friend of mankind before he was through.
    The only problem he had was Mohammed James, who could ruin everything if the devilbeasts got him to talk.

CHAPTER TWO
Recon Reunion
    The nurse smiled as she pushed open the door to the private room. She always smiled when she saw the sparkle in the fire-blue
     eyes of her patient in room 131. He was special. She knew that she wasn’t supposed to show any partiality to her patients,
     but Spencer Barnett had won her heart in one gigantic, emotional, love-filled explosion.
    Spencer Barnett had been shipped directly to her ward from a prisoner-of-war camp in Laos. He had been in very bad physical
     condition when he first arrived at Walter Reed Army Hospital, but a month of intensive care by some of the best medical people
     in the business had made a dramatic improvement in the young recon soldier. The nurse smiled again when she thought about
     the first time she had seen him lying on the hospital bed in a horribly emaciated condition with his body covered with infected
     insect bites and jungle ulcers. What drew the smile from the woman was that even though his body had been tortured and broken,
     he wore a smile in his sleep that was caused mostly by the natural curl