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approach and developed a deadly, thoughtful master plan. While the United States was a long-term goal, credibility needed to be established first. She tested a few possibilities of names before settling on “Tiger Claw Front,” a name that evoked might, ferocity and battle.
It was quickly decided there would be two components to Tiger Claw, drawing on the strengths of both: Brains, to be directed by Fatima; and Brawn, to be directed by Ahmed. The first order of business was to build a small core group.
Fatima began to post pictures of Ahmed as a warrior in the darkest corners of the internet. Purposely making themselves almost impossible to find, when they did appear, they showed up just for brief tantalizing moments. Fatima did this because she wanted to attract a super-nerd computer type. Within a month, she got the one she wanted—a misfit genius of radicalized parents.
Casey Thomas from Los Angeles was so excited to join Ahmed that he dropped out of college to come to Iraq. Fatima worked closely with Casey to build the Brains. Powerful computers were soon put to good use for recruiting, fundraising and building Tiger Claw’s mystique.
Ahmed was in his element in formulating Brawn with its incredible rush of power and potency, pillaging villages, raping women, killing or torturing any one he felt like, and drowning or beheading prisoners.
Casey had a buddy in the Philippines, Ferdinand Garcia, who was equally excited to be part of the new group. As Casey was responsible for recruiting and connecting with Americans, he kept his name. However, Ferdinand needed a more Muslim-sounding name and was christened “Nabil.” With Fatima overseeing Casey and Nabil, they set out to build an infrastructure of support, financial and otherwise.
The branding of “Tiger Claw Front” with Ahmed as leader began in earnest. (In their world, no matter how accomplished or competent, a woman leader was a non-starter.) Building their brand wasn’t hard. After all, he already had the necessary terrorist chops from his years at Muslim Rock. But one thing Ahmed lacked was personal on-camera charisma. Media-savvy Fatima knew there was no way they could compete with the glitz of the major terrorist organizations on their level—they didn’t have the people, they didn’t have the money to buy brand new planes, they didn’t have the money to buy automatic weapons and tanks.
Ahmed was already in top-notch physical condition but Fatima still brought in Mustafa, a personal trainer cum master swordsman. Ahmed couldn’t understand why. After all, rampage was inflicted with a pistol, grenade or assault rifle.
“Ahmed,” she told him, “everybody has a gun and you will also use armed weapons, but nobody has this.” Fatima opened a case to reveal a jeweled sword. A replica of an ancient Syrian blade, it was so realistic that it would fool all but the most ardent of historians.
Ahmed’s eyes bulged as Mustafa gave a demonstration of master swordsmanship. For the next year, Mustafa spent hours each day, helping Ahmed add muscle and tone to his body while also turning him into a master swordsman. In the evenings, Mustafa received his payment in Fatima’s private chambers. When she tired of him, Ahmed exercised his new swordsmanship abilities on his teacher.
There was also the delicate matter of involving their father. The mosque he headed was small potatoes, but it gave Tiger Claw Islamic credibility. The imam wanted those in the new flock to maintain a strict observance of Islamic law. For the imam, massive growth was not essential. The downside was that the father demanded access to all information. Thankfully, it was a right he rarely exercised.
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As Fatima leaned her head against the bus window to use as a pillow before she fell asleep for the final leg of the journey to Toronto, a thought hit her that made her soul smile—she would soon be in America!
A restful few hours later, Fatima stepped off the
It was quickly decided there would be two components to Tiger Claw, drawing on the strengths of both: Brains, to be directed by Fatima; and Brawn, to be directed by Ahmed. The first order of business was to build a small core group.
Fatima began to post pictures of Ahmed as a warrior in the darkest corners of the internet. Purposely making themselves almost impossible to find, when they did appear, they showed up just for brief tantalizing moments. Fatima did this because she wanted to attract a super-nerd computer type. Within a month, she got the one she wanted—a misfit genius of radicalized parents.
Casey Thomas from Los Angeles was so excited to join Ahmed that he dropped out of college to come to Iraq. Fatima worked closely with Casey to build the Brains. Powerful computers were soon put to good use for recruiting, fundraising and building Tiger Claw’s mystique.
Ahmed was in his element in formulating Brawn with its incredible rush of power and potency, pillaging villages, raping women, killing or torturing any one he felt like, and drowning or beheading prisoners.
Casey had a buddy in the Philippines, Ferdinand Garcia, who was equally excited to be part of the new group. As Casey was responsible for recruiting and connecting with Americans, he kept his name. However, Ferdinand needed a more Muslim-sounding name and was christened “Nabil.” With Fatima overseeing Casey and Nabil, they set out to build an infrastructure of support, financial and otherwise.
The branding of “Tiger Claw Front” with Ahmed as leader began in earnest. (In their world, no matter how accomplished or competent, a woman leader was a non-starter.) Building their brand wasn’t hard. After all, he already had the necessary terrorist chops from his years at Muslim Rock. But one thing Ahmed lacked was personal on-camera charisma. Media-savvy Fatima knew there was no way they could compete with the glitz of the major terrorist organizations on their level—they didn’t have the people, they didn’t have the money to buy brand new planes, they didn’t have the money to buy automatic weapons and tanks.
Ahmed was already in top-notch physical condition but Fatima still brought in Mustafa, a personal trainer cum master swordsman. Ahmed couldn’t understand why. After all, rampage was inflicted with a pistol, grenade or assault rifle.
“Ahmed,” she told him, “everybody has a gun and you will also use armed weapons, but nobody has this.” Fatima opened a case to reveal a jeweled sword. A replica of an ancient Syrian blade, it was so realistic that it would fool all but the most ardent of historians.
Ahmed’s eyes bulged as Mustafa gave a demonstration of master swordsmanship. For the next year, Mustafa spent hours each day, helping Ahmed add muscle and tone to his body while also turning him into a master swordsman. In the evenings, Mustafa received his payment in Fatima’s private chambers. When she tired of him, Ahmed exercised his new swordsmanship abilities on his teacher.
There was also the delicate matter of involving their father. The mosque he headed was small potatoes, but it gave Tiger Claw Islamic credibility. The imam wanted those in the new flock to maintain a strict observance of Islamic law. For the imam, massive growth was not essential. The downside was that the father demanded access to all information. Thankfully, it was a right he rarely exercised.
***
As Fatima leaned her head against the bus window to use as a pillow before she fell asleep for the final leg of the journey to Toronto, a thought hit her that made her soul smile—she would soon be in America!
A restful few hours later, Fatima stepped off the
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