»Oh oh, so much noble defiance! What a pleasure to break this stubborn little mind!«, he mocks me as he pulls the tasselled rope from his robe to bi...nd my wrists with it. »But I shall not whip your buttocks for your indignant resistance, then there are other methods to get your consent to my generous proposal!« »What happened to my sisters?«, I want to know, but I can imagine the tragedy of his answer already! And the gloating Sheik seems to be keen to share his knowledge with me: »... strangled. A tall, fine-looking brother who definitely didn’t look Djibouti, Somali or Ethiopian. We have a certain look, people from the Horn of Africa. The populations of Eritrea, Somaliland, Djibouti and Ethiopia resemble each other because we’re closely related. We have a unique look that others from sub-Saharan Africa just don’t have. I knew this fine brother in the suit wasn’t one of us, but I didn’t know what he was. Pastor Ben-Hassan finally killed the suspense. He introduced our two-hundred-plus. Suddenly all hell broke loose. From Shawn’s tiny domicile all he knew was that thick clouds of dust whirled around outside. His small prison quickly became an unbreathable crypt. He heard the crackling sound of gunfire outside. He was instantly alert. Those weren’t the deathly rattle of Russian manufactured AK47s . He was listening to the joyous rat-tat of American M16s. To his great joy he heard the shouts of orders and counter orders, all in English! On the outside the two Delta teams. Ava couldn't sit still any longer, she shot up and glared around the room, and shouted “Do you get off on terrorizing girls? Huh?! Show your fucking faces!” Ellen’s trembling hand covered her mouth as the screen switched to a picture of Ava standing and pacing the room, challenging the unknown to show themselves. In the bottom corner of the screen “LIVE” sat in red bold letters, and when Ellen stood she confirmed it very much was. And still no one came for them. She checked the fireplace and.