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had been sent to his secure email account. He’d been up throughout the night unable to shake the nagging question of why someone who checked out clean in all the FBI’s databases had been classified SCI. It made no sense.
    Sometime around 4:00 a.m., determined to begin a serious investigation into Stanton, Declan got out of bed and headed to the gym. He worked out until 7:00, showered, stopped to grab a bagel and coffee, and headed to Stanton’s building on Parkside. By 7:42, he was parked half a block or so from the small four unit building, with a good view of the apartment door and Stanton’s parked black Ford Explorer.
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    As was his custom on his off days, David Stanton slept until nearly noon. After making a small breakfast, he hopped on his computer and spent an hour or so making detailed adjustments to his website. He tinkered with the graphics, layout, fonts and font colors, trying hundreds of options in his search for the most suitable combination to effectively convey his intended message to a global audience.
    After working on the site’s aesthetics, Stanton decided to focus on what, along with the live video feed, would become the site’s content. He pulled up a Word document saved as “Abaddon’s Message – Draft 16”.
    “Tonight, on this eve of the celebrated birth of the Zionist Messiah, Jesus Christ, you shall witness the power and rage of the Destroyer, Abaddon, the Angel of the Abyss. Tonight, in defiance and justice, I, Abaddon, shall rise and wreak destruction and death upon the so called Bride of Christ and upon the people of this most sinful and depraved generation. In so doing, I shall usher in the Beginning, the ultimate destruction of the old order. Tonight, those who have eyes to see and ears to hear, shall witness a rebirth of our world, accomplished through the destruction of those still clinging to doctrines of oppression and falsity. Abaddon, the Destroyer, shall bring death, and with it, ultimately, life for a new, untarnished, generation. Tonight, the work of ages shall finally culminate in the passing of the falsity of religion and the long awaited birth of Truth. The blood of the sheep, shed in the sanctuary of lies, shall pay the price of Truth and usher in a new era, a new order, a world which will not tolerate the sins of the past. Eternity begins tonight. Witness this Beginning and stand in awe of Abaddon’s cleansing and righteous power. Abaddon, the Destroyer, is AT THE DOOR!”

Chapter 5
    December 19 th
    “Declan, is that you, honey?”
    “Yes, mom.”
    “Oh, hi honey. Here, let me take that.” Declan’s mom took the bottle of wine he’d brought for her, along with the twelve pack of Fat Tire beer he’d brought for himself, his brother, and sister-in-law. “I’ll put these in the fridge. Do you want me to open one of the beers for you?”
    “Thanks, mom. That would be great.”
    “Would you like it in a glass?”
    “No, the bottle is fine. How’s your marathon training coming along?”
    “Great,” his mom responded. “I did sixteen miles this morning.”
    “You continue to amaze me. What is this one, your tenth or eleventh?”
    “Twelfth. I’m gonna go open your beer, and get a glass of wine for myself. I think I’ve earned it today. I’ll be right back.”
    “Okay.”
    Declan took off his coat and dropped it gently on the familiar upholstered bench in the foyer, just as he had for as long as he could remember. He walked into the family room and warmed his hands in front of the fireplace, rubbing them together slowly and taking in the crackling aromatic warmth radiating from the slow flames. His focus turned to a small framed photo on the mantle. It was a picture of himself, his older brother Evan, and their dad, taken outside of the family’s small rustic lake house three days after Declan’s tenth birthday.
    The joy and energy in his dad’s eyes struck Declan. His dad’s glowing prideful smile as he stood between his two