Let the Games Begin
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AT AN UNDISCLOSED LOCATION, Josh’s two abductors, homegrown Jihadists, force him to move from his comfortable swivel chair to a stool especially designed for someone like him. A stool rigged with explosives using pressure pads.
One of the men, dressed in battle fatigues, his head wrapped in a shemagh, laughs derisively at Josh. ‘We’re gonna make you a star. You’ll be the most famous dead bomb expert in the world. Your death will be streamed live.’
So, that’s their agenda, he says to himself. He has been wracking his brain while he was being driven around town, trying to figure out what they could want with him. They want him for show and tell. They want to blow someone up, preferably one whose job it is to stop such a thing from happening right here in Sydn
