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ISBN: 978-3-7407-5613-0
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Der Autor ist Jurist im Bereich des internationalen Rechts und Terrorismusexperte. Das Phänomen des sogenannten Islamischen Staates hat er von Anfang an intensiv erforscht. Mithilfe der Mutter eines deutschen Dschihadisten hat er im Jahr 2016 Kontakte knüpfen und das Terrornetzwerk in Syrien und Irak besuchen können. Nach dieser Erfahrung hielt er Vorträge zum Thema Rekrutierung und Methoden des IS. Matthias Richter is a lawyer in the field of international law and expert in the field of terrorism. He was intrigued by the phenomenon and the rise of the Islamic State and did comprehensive research on the topic. He soon got to know a mother of a German Jihadist, who went to Syria. After digging deeper he soon found the opportunity to get a security guarantee and visit the Jihadists in their own territory. After this experience he held lectures about the methods of recruiting of the Islamic State throughout Germany.
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Chapter 2
At ten o’clock sharp the display of his phone illuminated and smooth hinduistic tunes filled his room and invited him with a happy Namaste to a new day. The shutters opened automatically and gave sight to the bright and trickling sun beams. The kind of energy boost he needed to get out of bed. Usually. But this night had been a nightmare for Chris. He had laid sleeplessly and pondered over one single thought in his mind: »Was it the right decision? Should I really pull it off?« But he knew he couldn’t pull out at the last moment. After his studies of journalism the young man from Berlin had some problems starting off and finding a job. After one year of sending out dozens and dozens of applications he got somewhat disillusioned. His parents slowly started to withdraw their financial support and Chris was forced to work as a personal trainer again. His dream as a successful journalist was not even in sight and he grew more and more anxious. He needed a sensational story that the media outlets couldn’t ignore. And he was on the edge and willing to do everything for that story. He became a regular at the exclusive restaurant Borchardt’s, where politicians used to meet and tried to make connections. After a short while he befriended a young politician from the green Party, who was working in a commission on the Islamic State. She liked the young and hungry journalist and wanted to help him. »Whenever there is a kidnapping by a terror organization the German government uses so called Jumpers. These Jumpers are supposed to make contact with the terrorist group and settle a ransom«, she told him over a glass of wine. »That is of course, only after all the other actions and possibilities to free the citizen are too risky or infeasible.« Chris swallowed her words. She also told him it was planned to send a Jumper to Syria and Iraq in order to free a German Citizen. »The Jumper is an experienced undercover agent called Paulsen.« She looked Chris in the eyes. »If you are willing to go… I could arrange for you to accompany him?« Chris’ eyes were beaming and he confirmed that he was committed to go. He had had many encounters with politicians that promised a lot but didn't execute. But this time it was different. After only 2 days he had received a short and poignant email by Paulsen: »Let’s meet!« And the next day they sat at a table in a little pub. After having scrutinized Chris thoroughly, Paulsen began. »You want a big story, eh? Well, you can have it. You might know, that the Islamic State had brutally murdered two Journalists this year. These graphic videos went viral and were a huge propaganda success for the Jihadists. Now another journalist is exposed and is waiting the death penalty. We need to avoid another propaganda video. So we pay them. Can you follow?« Chris nodded slightly. »We’ve planned for some time to bring a person to the Heart of the Islamic State that has an extra eye for detail and is able to report.« He glanced at Chris in an indiscriminate manner. Our common friend spoke highly of you. You must have been good in bed. Or whatever… she said you are brave and are quick on the uptake. I need someone like that. Are you hungry and fearless?« Chris returned his look and nodded his head. »Yes Sir, You came to the right person.« Paulsen clapped his hands. »Fine, then I have company for the trip to the Caliphate.« At 6 p.m. the Maerst Alabama was landing in King Fahad Industrial Port Yanbu. Miller was standing at the rail and smoking a cigarette. He had joined the container ship by helicopter this morning. With top-class clients it was usual practice of the company for the vendor to supervise the shipment and attend the delivery. As an extra service. Even though Miller had done this numerous times before he was equally stunned by the 155m x 25m container ship. A town on the water. When the ship was anchored and he stepped on the port, he was greeted by his business partner Sheikh al-Walid and his entourage. They knew each other for a long time and they respected and trusted each other. »Welcome to the Arabic Peninsula, my American friend.« He reached out for his hand and shook it. »Delighted to meet you, too.« Miller responded in the same light hearted manner. The Sheikh glimpsed over his shoulder towards the containeship. »Did you bring my new little toys?« Miller gave in to a grin. »Yes, it is top-notch quality. I am sure, you will love ‘em.« Chris was seated in the economy class of Turkish Airways and looked into the clouds pondering over his mission. The phenomenon and the rise of the Islamic State to a global threat had shocked the whole world. Nobody had deemed it possible for the off-shoot of Al Qaida, with its origins in the wake of the Arabic Spring in Syria, to conquer so much land in such a short period of time and keep it. The shock gave in to the realization that the Islamic State had changed from a terror group into an established state. What the Jihadists lacked in military training, they made up with their incomparable religious zeal. They longed for death in combat for that would bring them directly to paradise. Chris remembered a story of the crash course he was given, which dealt with an old islamic fighter whose whole body was spangled with scars. He had only one single goal. To die for Allah. But he survived again and again. When he lay in his death bed, he despondently mourned over the fact that he never received the honor of dying as a martyr. This zeal was revived by the young men of the Islamic state. This made it possible for them to compete and to win against much larger armies in the region. Thus within a few years they had managed to change the map in the middle east drastically. »Chili con carne or Pasta, Sir?« The voice of the stewardess of Turkish Airlines brought Chris back to reality. A tall and beautiful woman with black long hair was smiling at him. Chris regained his composure. »Chili con Carne in an airplane with over 200 passengers? What terrorist came up with this menu?« He winked at her and she smiled back. »Sir, at least you are seated at the emergency exit, so you might have a chance to escape.« After lunch Chris fell asleep and was only awakened by the pilot’s landing speech. Konstantinopel! Chris had to think of the capital of the Byzantine Empire. A mega city with over 12 million inhabitants stretched before his eyes. An endless net of houses and streets, even from above. At the same time it was the frontline to the adjacent Islamic State who had started firing against their neighbor. Chris met his companion Paulsen in the lobby of the Four Seasons in the center of Istanbul. Paulsen had traveled there some days before to take some preperations. The two men that were from now on dependent on each other, greeted themselves with a glass of Jack Daniels. »At least you no longer look like a fashion victim.« Paulsen stated in his dry manner. Chris had grown his beard long and thick which gave him - in accordance with his dark tan - an orientalic note. He had noticed before that the taxi driver had talked to him in Turkish. Paulsen in contrast was rather pale and skinny. But you could see from his face that he had some tremendous life experience. Other than that he emanated a kind of sovereignty that was palatable in the whole room. »As we don’t want anybody to know what we’re doing - especially not the Turkish - we take the same route as the Jihadists. With the help of traffickers«, he continued explaining. »First we go to Gaziantep. There we stay alert until they call us.« He took the glass and emptied it. »After that there is no way back.« »Darth Vader attacks!«, read the headline of the Miami Herald. Adriana Borrero sat at the breakfast table and read the article carefully. The whole weekend there was no other talk in town. In the media, in the living rooms and in the streets. People could not grasp what had happened. Again. They showed their compassion for the relatives of the victims and anger against the perpetrator. Within 10 months it was the 3rd religiously motivated attack. And this was by far the most deadliest. Adriana slowly repeated the numbers that every person in Miami knew by now: 17 dead people, 4 gravely injured and 21 injured. For that reason they called him the Black Jack killer. Adriana’s son Santo started whining and she took him out of his seat and onto her lap. »Ven mi hijo, the mush is so yummy, Sabroso. She took a spoon and ate it with pretended pleasure. The single mum was a court psychiatrist and her job was to render an expert opinion on murder cases. They had informed her that her next client was the very Black Jack, the whole city was talking about. She had had several murderers in her practice in the City Jail but it was the first time she had a mass murderer of this category. For that reason she felt an undefined unease. Her mother came down the stairs and joined them at the breakfast table. »Buenos dias, mi hija y mi corazon.« She gave each of them a kiss and sat down. After having finished, they got ready to leave. It was a daily routine in the Borrero family. Her mother drove Adriana to work, brought Santo to the kindergarten and went to the grocery store. »Que terrible es?« Her mother began while wheeling the car out of the gateway. »So many dead and wounded by this Black Jack. »Se ha vuelto muy peligroso por aca....
