PATIENT EVIL - An R.J. Godlewski / Right Truth Blog Exclusive - Chapter Fifteen

PATIENT EVIL

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Chapter Fifteen

Mahmoud followed the guard obediently, but it wasn’t mere courtesy that allowed him to remain cooperative; he had to observe his surroundings more than communicate with a simple soldier and so he let the Ukrainian chatter on as if his words really mattered to the Arab. He understood enough of the secondary language to know that the young soldier was patronizing the United Nations and this almost brought a chuckle to Mahmoud. If only the courteous guard knew how much the United Nations had aided and funded the Arab’s mission then perhaps he wouldn’t have been so polite knowing that almost everything associated with the organization was a farce.

Still, it wasn’t the patronage of the UN that brought Mahmoud to this impoverished little section of Ukraine or even the political prisoners that he was being led to. He existed to aid Muhammad as soon as his master required assistance and in this regard he had to scrutinize the entire complex for he knew not where the Sorcerer was being held.

The immense complex, covering many hectares of concrete and asphalt required prudent planning and the first step was to observe anything and everything that could be seen along the lengthy sidewalk that was evidently much newer than the pavement that it cut through. From its origins which curved around the parking lot, the path turned sharply towards the right and trailed off quite a distance before another ninety degree turn herded pedestrians towards the main administration building. Mahmoud presumed that this lengthy trek was intended to keep vehicles and unwanted guests well away from the prison and the sinister looking buildings beyond.

From what he could see, the more prominent buildings consisted of a security headquarters comprised of a single square floor resting on the near side of the three story, rectangular main administration building. The entrance to the security building seemed to be from the rear and therefore Mahmoud could not adequately gauge how many people were moving into and out of the building but the administration entrance appeared more pronounced if not fully lacking in its maintenance.

Consisting of two stories under a protruding roof, the entry was surrounded by several pairs of white stone columns; some abutting the first floor and the others rising to meet the roof. The entire face of the entrance was flat but only the first level shared the same concrete gray color as the building for which it served. The second floor was painted in a faded coral color, evidently not seeing a fresh coat in many decades.

Another huge rectangular building, nearly three times as wide and half again as deep, sat immediately behind the administration building. Its overall gray color and barred windows informed the Arab that this was the prison that served as his ruse and authenticated his role as a United Nations observer. Regardless, it was what existed behind the prison that demanded his utmost attention.

As the main buildings were surrounded by clumps of green-leaved trees appearing somewhat incredulously out from the sea of dirty asphalt, what existed beyond the prison could only be seen briefly from the long walk towards the administration building and only someone quite prepared to actually look for them stood a chance of seeing anything. Mahmoud did, for that’s precisely why he was there and such a brief hint of existence spoke volumes of where to expect his master.

Four rectangular, coral- and orange-colored buildings rose up a short walk from the prison somewhat reminiscent of a hospital that he once had visited in Northeastern Turkey. Three were aligned abreast and perpendicular to the gray buildings and the fourth rested across their far end, itself parallel to the larger prison. Surrounding these mostly hidden buildings were several fortified outbuildings of varying shapes and sizes. To either side of the four rectangular and hideously colored buildings was a towering edifice with a circular top consisting mostly of windows. Mahmoud immediately concluded that these two structures could be nothing else than twin watchtowers designed to protect everything located behind the main prison, hinting at their extreme value.

Four square buildings lined the north side of the vast complex and were considered as blockhouses for the apparent strength of construction. The two furthest from his vantage appeared to be small, the third about twice as big and the fourth, the nearest, seemed to dwarf the others combined. If there were any buildings which housed armed and disciplined men, it would have to be these last four structures. Further to the north resided a large and dense forest and Mahmoud could only guess at what resided within the trees for they occupied something of a hill and there appeared to be no way of penetrating them from ground level without being seen by the twin guard towers.

With not much else beyond intuition to go on, the Arab suspected that Muhammad was held within one of the four central buildings, the coral- and orange-colored structures which reminded him of an old and decrepit hospital, perhaps tightly secured within their midst. There would be his focus and the concentration of his men’s subsequent actions; yet little could be done that would not arouse suspicion from the Russians and Ukrainians known to actually run the complex. Even if Muhammad could be located with some degree of precision, it still represented a journey of several hundred meters from where he was suspected to be and the closest that his followers could arrive with a vehicle.

Mahmoud frowned hardily as he and his guard approached the main entrance, its Greco-Roman architecture seeming to suggest an age beyond history. He paused for the briefest of moments to look in the direction of the parking lot where the United Nations vehicle and his subordinate Haytham rested. He knew that the younger Arab would have to be quick on his toes to orchestrate an excuse for a very lengthy stay. Had not Mahmoud expected the worst, he could have easily miscalculated the tremendous risk at hand. Only with his astute planning and precise observation could he have detected the outlying buildings and begun to formulate several plans for aiding his master for when the time would arise.

For now, however, he simply needed to bide his time as a run of the mill United Nations’ inspector, tease the Ukrainians with his concern for several meaningless political prisoners, and await for Allah – and Muhammad – to make the next move.

“Это - то, где Вы встретите нашего руководителя.” spoke the soldier, allowing the Arab to enter the building first.

“Спасибо.” thanked Mahmoud in broken and very much unconcerned Russian. He could care less about meeting the facility’s superintendent; before long, everyone onsite would be dead and burning in hell.

At the Patient Evil Homepage the Synopsis, Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six , Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, and Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, each chapter will be available in pdf after they are published here at Right Truth.

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