TEXT: I Hate My Job 
  Seattle. Early morning. Wednesday, November 27th, 2013. Cold. Sleeting. Abdi Abdullahi holds his 
  wife, Arawelo, longer than usual. “Such cheekbones on my Somali queen,” he thinks. Awkwardly, he 
  hugs his little daughter, Astar, as she sits on the sofa in pajamas watching TV. In the garage, he puts 
  on his motorcycle helmet, the one he painstakingly covered with gold leaf the night before. He 
  carefully buckles his 5 year old son, Samatar, into the booster seat of the family Corolla. Samatar 
  doesn’t know what to think, or say about the gold helmet. His little face is expressionless, his dark 
  eyes pensive. 
  Abdi drives toward Woodland Park, and his son’s kindergarten. He turns off into Beer Sheeva Park on 
  Lake Washington. At this hour and temperature, it is abandoned. Abdi puts the windows down and rolls 
  out onto the pier. He blocks out the screams and frantic clawing of Samatar, stepping out of the car 
  just before it rolls off and into the lake below. He’s on his knees vomiting onto the wet boards of the 
  pier. He whispers, “Allahu akbar,” and looks away as the sedan sinks out of sight. Trembling, he walks 
  to where he parked his motorcycle the day before, opens the pannier, and puts on the heavy, wired 
  combat vest and continues to Mother Earth Kindergarten. 
  A-Cell gets the call 
  They get the call at noon. The story consumes national news outlets: “Entire Mother Earth 
  Kindergarten taken hostage on day before Thanksgiving, terrorist perpetrator believed to be wearing a 
  bomb.” Police are managing hundreds of gawking community members and worse; parents are on the 
  scene. Press and law enforcement helicopters circle overhead. It’s raining. It’s a nightmare. 
  The scene 
  In Seattle’s 90 acre Woodland Park, the Mother Earth Kindergarten follows the German 
  Waldkindergarten model. Under Mrs. Judy Kleier, this kindergarten has an additional new age spin. A 
  follower of the Gaia hypothesis and new age spirituality, Judy is also passionately romantic about 
  Native Americans and their relationship to the natural and spiritual world. She struggled to restrain 
  herself from incorporating these interests into the curriculum. A teepee stands across the field from the 
  large walled tent used for indoor activities. A ring of patrol, bomb disposal, SWAT, incident command, 
  and urban assault vehicles, surrounds all. 
  Locals 
  Briefing: Single male, Abdi Abdullahi, 35, Somali, undetermined Al Shabab involvement, suicide vest, 
  possible additional backpack bomb, using “dead man switch.” Teacher, Judith Kleier, likely already 
  killed. Twenty-one 5 year olds hostage in large wall tent. Perpetrator wants to speak with his holy 
  man. SPD is stalling this fearing it will result in Abdullahi’s suicide. Agents en route to Abdullahi’s 
  residence. 
  Seattle Police Department (SPD) Deputy Chief of Operations: Darrell Whitecliffe: Resents 
  Federal intervention, wants ownership. 
  SPD Assistant Chief of Special Operations: Norman Hicks: Has SWAT/snipers in position, 
  unilaterally aggressive. 
  
  King County Sherriff Office (KCSO) Special Operations Division Chief: Dirk Blevens (responsible 
  for Tac-30 (SWAT), hostage negotiations, and bomb squad): “Let’s kill this ‘son-of-a-bitch’ and get 
  home for Thanksgiving.” 
  KCSO Special Operations Division Hostage Negotiator: Deputy Sheriff Michael Radburn: Believes 
  Abdullahi psychologically fragile, is struggling to get Abdullahi to see a way out, is unfamiliar with 
  Koranic references, does not speak Somali and working through Officer Barawi is making negotiations 
  impossible. 
  Translator: SPD Officer Nawaal Barawi: Model-like, second generation, secular, Somali-American 
  female. Most of Abdi’s Koranic references are lost on her Americanized Somali language skills. 
  Late parent: Martin Kraske was late with little Lila Kraske. He saw Abdi’s motorcycle lying on the 
  ground outside the tent and heard a scream from Mrs. Kleier before calling 911. 
  Talking to Abdi 
  There’s no phone. Abdi uses borrowed kindergartener’s phones. Abdi will only let an agent approach if 
  wearing nothing more than a speedo swimsuit and a golden helmet. 
  He’s in a crisis. He believes he killed his demon-possessed son and the sole male child of the love of 
  his life, that Samatar was possessed by a jinni, and possibly by “Shaytan” or “Iblis” himself. He 
  believes the “creature,” whom he refers to at times as “ghul,” killed his sweet Ayaan, the twin of his 
  daughter, Astar. He believes he is about to die and sprinkles everything he says with “Allahu Akbar.” 
  He quotes from the Koran about Shaytan “the whisperer” and relates terrible thoughts he's had for the 
  past month - since his son changed. 
  In his badly broken, softly spoken English, he relates he’s convinced the children are possessed. But 
  how to be sure it is all of them? Desperate for time, he remembered the words “dead man switch” 
  when speaking with Officer Barawi. Abdi wants to talk to Sheikh Ahmad bin Yusuf al-Barawi, a 
  Wadaado, or Somali holy man, a distant relation of Officer Nawal Barawi. 
  On the golden helmet: “To protect me…like the ancient kings…to make the whispering stop” 
  On Judy: “Crazy-hair crazy-bitch!” She leapt from her “teaching stool” when she saw his golden 
  helmet, but didn’t calculate the mass of her big ass correctly, fell backward, hitting her head. 
  Abdi and the Wadaado 
  The Sheikh is old, scraggly bearded, and blind in one eye. He gives spiritual counseling from a mosque 
  in South Seattle. He brings with him an assortment of protective amulets, ancient charms, and a 
  sacred wadaad copy of the Koran. Each allegedly contains some Baraka (positive spiritual energy). 
  Mostly deaf and partly senile, the Sheikh thinks that once possessed by strong evil, whether it is 
  demonic possession or other “sihr” (witchcraft), it is unlikely the children will ever be cleansed. His 
  mumbling, half-aware, and hopeless advice led Abdullahi to kill his son. If asked, the Sheikh will try a 
  ruqya, an Islamic exorcism. Good luck on that with local law enforcement. 
  Abdi’s house 
  Samatar’s room is orderly. Toys put away. In the top drawer is a spiral notebook with lists of everyone 
  the Abdullahis know or had contact with, bank accounts, assets, neighbors names, names of kids and 
  
  parents from kindergarten, their vehicles, license plates, and jobs, checkout clerks, stores they work 
  at, descriptions, and dates of contact. 
  Tidy basement reveals website printouts illustrating bomb-making instructions (no dead man switch) 
  and Koranic verses, all mostly written in Wadaad (Somali Arabic) and printed at local library. 
  Inspection and translation reveals focus on jinn, Shaytan, possession, and Idris. 
  Many neighbors are Somali, but many are not. When press vans arrive, tensions begin to rise. Loud 
  angry neighbors and community members gather. 
  Judy Kleier’s 
  A giant dream catcher occupies the window facing the street. Incense, cat urine and countless hanging 
  houseplants confront the visitor. Native American themed pieces of artwork and kitsch occupy nearly 
  every available surface. Evidence from Judy’s online presence and pictures on the refrigerator reveal 
  she journeyed to Washington’s Yacolt Valley in mid-October to participate in a ritual to quiet angry 
  American Indian spirits. 
  Judy’s emotional and spiritual devotion unwittingly opened her to possession by an ancient evil. Her 
  frequent contact with young children made her a desirable candidate. Judy came home a different 
  woman. Kindergarten activities changed abruptly, with a new focus on dance and group vocalizations 
  that left the children tired yet eager to return the following day. Quickly, Judy channeled other 
  fragments of ancient consciousness into her subjects. 
  The children 
  Yes, all the children are possessed by an ancient malevolence preparing to open the way and manifest 
  an unspeakable horror. If the PC’s choose to hunt down Little Lila Kraske, her smartphone contains an 
  encyclopedia similar to Samatar’s and worse. She’s a girl with plans. If anyone questions her without a 
  golden helmet, they’ll get “whispered” to stop. 
  Research 
  On October 29th. Ms. Abdullahi called 911 after Ayaan (Age 3) was found unresponsive in her bed. 
  Accidental cause of death was attributed to asphyxiation via a baby monitor’s cord. 
  The Klickitat Indian name for the Yacolt Valley is "Yolicolb." Two translations are: "haunted place" and 
  "valley of demons." It’s a place of dark legend involving missing children and ancient burial grounds. 
  The U.S. Office of Refugee Resettlement records Abdi and Arawelo Abdullahi emigrated from Somalia in 
  2004. 
  Train stops (feel free to adjust timing) 
   
  1:00 SPD Enters Abdullahi family home, search begins. Koranic verses and bomb blueprints 
  send law enforcement into frenzy. 
   
  3:00 Abdullahi’s Corolla removed from Lake Washington. “Miraculously” Abdullahi’s son is 
  revived with CPR!? If Abdullahi hears this, he loses his squash; more certain now than ever his 
  son is a devil-child. 
  
  Plot arc and resolution 
  Tensions with local law, parents, and press weigh on every moment. PC focus is likely to shift from 
  how to kill Abdi, toward cleansing the children and saving Abdi. Is there a hope of cleansing these 
  kids? Depends on how dark you like your horror. Ancient terrors that broadcast their alien 
  consciousness across time aren’t often driven from ripe five-year-old minds by mere Baraka. Attempts 
  to do so would probably end in violent disaster. Nyarlathotep in the park? Perhaps the best option is to 
  detonate Abdi Abdullahi, head home, and thaw the turkey. 
   
  
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