The Brotherhood boots were arriving in the UK long before Risky Niknak Channel Uber got involved. Enter the Scribbler Abu Musab “the Syrian”, who was a liaison officer with OBL and the Groupe Islamic Armé [more…]
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It Begins The man about to die pulled the green framed glass door shut and glanced furtively up and down the street before locking the door and placing the key in his jacket pocket. His [more…]
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