The house was more of a mansion, worth millions of dollars; definitely a high-class, high priced neighborhood. The smell she targeted came from the back yard, where she found a teenaged girl, probably sixteen, lying on a lounge chair next to a large pool, tanning herself. Although she was young, she had features that rivaled most women ten years older. The girl smeared on suntan lotion and prepared to have the sun turn her fair skin a few shades darker. Now, there could be no explainable reason to just walk up to her and say, ‘Hi, I’m Poisonous’ so Poisonous walked up to the girl invisible to the eye, stepped in front of her, and stared directly into her eyes. The girl, who had no clue she was being visited by a demon, continued rubbing suntan lotion on herself. Very glowing red eyes met the girls, and suggested she listen to everything she was about t say.
The girl, completely overcome by Poisonous’ strong power of suggestion, stared blankly straight ahead.
“What is your full name, sweetie?” she asked.
“I’m Shauna Anne Williams.”
“…and how old are you, Shauna?”
“I’m seventeen.”
“Very good. Now listen carefully. You are going to go on a date tomorrow with a handsome gentleman. You’ll meet me at the Capital Scene, and I’ll introduce you to him. You need to be ready to leave your house at 7:15 p.m. Get a ride there via a TNC car. Dress attractively. Do you understand what I’ve said to you?”
“Yes,” Shauna replied, her eyes expressionless.
“Now you must tell your parents that you’re meeting a friend at a restaurant in D.C. called the Bombay Club on K Street. I doubt you have a curfew, and it will be a Saturday night, so there should be no problem. I’ll see you tomorrow at the Capital Scene. Do you have any questions?”
“Will he be paying for this date, or should I bring my own money.”
“Oh, he’ll be paying for this date. He’s a gentleman.” You’ll be paying as well…
“What’s your name? I will need to identify you when I get to the Capital Scene.”
“I’m Perri,” she said matter-of-factly. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Okay.”
Satisfied, she flew back to D.C. towards the Islamic Temple.
The temple stood tall and whitish grey in the Embassy Row section of DC. All along the roof keyhole shaped finials stood atop the tall walls. Above the entrance, in Arabic, the phrase ‘In the name of God, The Most Merciful, The Most Compassionate’ was inscribed above the main entrance in blue letters against a dusty pink background. She shuddered at the mention of God and his attributes, but still smelled murder inside the walls.
She changed to Perri, dressed in the Muslim garb she had bought, and walked in the main entrance. Just inside, a guard looked at her, and asked in Arabic:
هل لى أن أساعدك؟
{May I help you?}
She answered, “نعم، أبحث عن صديق من زوجي لتقديم رسالة. هو هنا يصلي ...”
{Yes, I am looking for a friend of my husbands to deliver a message. He is in here praying...}
“هل يرافقك أحد أفراد الأسرة الذكور أو زوجك؟”
{Does a male family member or your husband accompany you?}
“نعم ... زوجي هناك.”
{Yes, my husband is over there}
She stared at a man who stood in the corner of the room, who, luckily stared back at her, so she walked over to him, and suggested, in Arabic,
“أنت زوجي، وتساعدني في العثور على أديرا قريشي، الذي هو أخ لك ...”
{You are my husband, and you are helping me find Hammad Quraishi, who is a brother of yours...}
The guard walked over to him and asked, “Do you know this woman?”
‘Yes. I am her husband, and she needs to talk to Hammad, my brother. I will escort her.”
“Very well,” said the guard.
They walked to a small prayer room, and found Hammad, reading the Quran. He looked up at her, and said, “ما الذي تريده؟”
{“What is it you want?”}
She, in turn, looked at her ‘husband’ and suggested, You will remember none of this.
Her ‘husband’ stood very still, and said nothing.
Then, she asked Hammad, “Do you speak English?”
His stare became quizzical, and after some hesitation, said, “Yes. But why do you want to speak in English?”
“Because I have lived in America for many years, and am more comfortable with English.”
“Very well. What can I do for you?”
“I know that you are in a cell that is at the ready to attack at any moment when notified from you leader back in Iran. I want to help that cause.”
His eyes opened wide, then his eyebrows creased. “You are a woman. It is not your business to know such things.”
Not wanting to go through a long tirade of misogynist rhetoric, she looked him straight in the eye, and suggested, You’ll listen to me, and speak freely of your intentions.
He answered in a trance, “Very well.”
“Now,” she continued, “I want to make sure your efforts are not wasted, but will be successful. I am willing to supply funds and any kind of armaments you need. Just let me know where to send them, and I will do as I have said.”
“You have the ability to do all this?” he asked, incredulous. “I did not know that women dealt in such matters.”
“Yes, I
