"Put your hands over your head!!" you scream in Arabic, your voice echoing through the walls of the barren room.
Zarqawi, bent before an a miniature statue of mohammed, holding the Qoran in his left hands, continues to utter a prayer as if there weren't any Americans pointing guns at him.
"Oh my great Prophet Mohammed, grant me the strength to vanquish the infidels who defile our lands, slay the jews who tarnish our holy soil...and feed them to the devil!!" he prays in a hushed Arabic voice. Your comrades, unable to understand Arabic, simply gape in shock.
"I will not say it again!! Put your hands over your heads or we will shoot!!" you repeat, inching closer.
Just then, Zarqawi turns his head to face you. His eyes are glowing, an aura of energy is emanating from his body, as if caught in a exploding nuclear reactor. In one arm he holds an AK47, and the other arm holds the Koran as he stalks forward.
"What the hell? What just happened!!" bucktooth blabbers. You weren't sure, but you knew something was seriously not right. Normally, people didn't glow like that... not even in Angels and Demons...
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