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THE DUST WILL NEVER SETTLE – by Mukul Deva
Raider Two could be seen lining up the hostages. Starting from one side
she began to gun them down; delivering one shot each to their faces,
ensuring that each screamed as she or he saw death coming. Acrid gun smoke
furled up in the air.
As Raider Two proceeded the killing became more brutal. She shot the
sixth hostage first in the lower jaw. His soundless scream rang out. Only
then did she put one between his eyes. The eighth was shot twice in the
knees before her coup de grace. The eleventh, the American cousin visiting
Israel, was begging for mercy when she put the muzzle against his stomach.
There was a soundless click as the firing pin slammed down on an empty
The kneeling hostage looked up. Amazed. Shocked. Then he vomited.
By now Raider Two was directly in front of the security camera
overhead. Probably she was aware of it and had positioned the hostages to
ensure it caught their slaughter in gory detail. Dropping the now empty
assault rifle she unsheathed a wicked knife from her ankle holster.
The hostage was still vomiting when she reached down grabbed his hair
and yanked his head back. The knife moved in a quick diagonal slash across
the throat. He gurgled and then slumped forward. His blood rained out in
droplets on Raider Two’s hands. She licked her lips as she wiped it
clean on her pant leg. There
was madness in her eyes.
On the second half of the screen, recording all this on a
Blackberry, Raider One had been moving in tandem with Raider Two. They saw
an odd expression on her face; as though she wanted it all to end, yet was
fascinated by what she was seeing. Her mouth was slightly, almost
erotically, open and her chest heaved. And now and then her tongue forayed
out and moistened her lips.
By the time Raider Two moved to the twelfth man her breath was coming
in rasping gasps, eyes blazing and splatters of blood pockmarked her.
The final hostage did not scream. There was an amazing calm in how he
stared at her, perhaps a touch of pity. His lips were moving as though
praying… for her.
The surge of anger on Raider Two’s face at his lack of fear was
palpable. Perhaps that he was a Jew fueled her anger. Shifting the
knife’s angle she sliced out his right ear. The hostage screamed now.
The scream goaded Raider Two on. She sliced off the second ear now. The
scream this time seemed to go on forever. Raider Two reversed her hold on
the knife and drove it into the hostage’s right eye. The scream ended
abruptly as the knife entered the brain and drove life out of him.
Raider Two stood frozen, with the knife buried in the hostage’s
skull. She seemed depleted. As though it was not just the hostage that had
died. As though something inside her had died too.
Watching it on the Blackberry’s 3.25-inch touch screen, Raider One
smiled. She began tapping out something on the keypad.
Yes. She would have
needed to get the recording out.
Raider One watched impatiently as the file slowly uploaded, mentally
goading it on, aware that time was now desperately short.
The transmission must have completed because she gave a satisfied nod
and was putting the phone away when a stun grenade smashed through the
nearby window. It exploded with a mind numbing roar and blinding flash, so
bright that it dazzled Peled’s audience.
The two raiders were reeling when IDF commandoes raced in and unleashed
a hail of bullets into them.
Their mission complete, the two terrorists triggered their camera bombs
and death claimed them.
Raider Five raced into the central
hall. She saw her teammates were down and reached for the trigger of her
A commando had turned when he heard her run in and got off two shots
off even as her hand was reaching for the camera bomb.
His first bullet missed. The second whipped past her temple. It grazed
deeply enough to make her reel and clutch at the wound.
Like a flash the commando was upon her.
The carnage was over.
The task force commander now raced into the mosque. He came to a
stunned stop as he surveyed the horrifying bodies. He turned to the
commando who had captured Raider Five.
‘Keep that fucking bitch alive. We need to find out who was behind
this. Whoever it is will pay. By God they will.’
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