Going through the file with Dave, Mack could understand why they were so afraid. The man was a psychopath, a ticking time bomb.
Kamal had been orphaned after his entire family was killed in the 9/11 terrorist attacks.
His mother, father, and older sister had been present on one of the airplanes that crashed into the twin towers.
He'd been away at an expensive boarding school when he'd been told the news and had grown up as an angry teenager – getting into fights, almost getting expelled three times. The only reason why he'd been allowed to remain in school was the tragic circumstances surrounding his parents' death and the fact that his father had been a close friend of his principal, making several donations to the school during his lifetime.
Kamal was said to have displayed a deep hatred toward women. A hatred his high school therapist concluded was born from unresolved anger toward his mother.
He claimed his mother was to blame for what had happened to his family, insisting that it was her fault his family had been on that plane at all.
She'd been hounding his father for months about buying a new chain of hotels after his most recent promotion. He deserved it, and he could afford it, she'd insisted over and over.
They'd been on their way to check out a few choice locations and had decided to take Kamal's sister along and make it a mini family vacation. The only thing that had saved Kamal was he'd been in the middle of the school year and could not leave.
If his mother hadn't been so insistent, he said, his father would still be alive, and he wouldn't have had to grow up alone.
It was a statement he'd been quoted to have made several times throughout his stay in high school, where he'd been known to terrorize and bully girls. Most of them had lived in fear of him, too afraid to even pass him in the halls. They didn’t want to be subject to his inventive means of torture.
They'd all been too afraid to report him to the school authorities. Most of the stories had come out after he'd left and not immediately.
Kamal had never gone to college. After high school, he'd gone on to join the army, where he had few friends. His teammates reported him to be taciturn, never talking to anybody except for when he wanted to rant about how much of an inconvenience woman were.
He'd been good at his job, though. He was especially good with weapons and hand-to-hand combat, and he took special pleasure in torturing his victims.
He never dated, but he visited brothels often, leaving their occupants afraid and traumatized.
Coincidentally, he'd been part of the seal team that attacked and killed Osama Bin Laden.
Apparently, the poetic justice did nothing to soothe his rage, getting angrier and more bitter after the operation. He seemed to have lost all reason, and he felt like his life had lost purpose.
He'd spent the entirety of his life angry, and now that he'd helped in killing the man responsible for his parent's death, he seemed lost.
He then directed his anger back toward women, calling themderogatory names whenever he felt like, even without provocation.
Several complaints were filed against him, but he'd charmed his way through several summonses until he couldn't hide his nature any longer.
He'd attacked a female superior one day in her office, and he'd eventually had to be discharged from the army on the grounds of insubordination and gross misconduct.
He was assigned a psychiatrist, another woman he'd visited only once before disappearing. No one heard anything from him for years, most of them relieved to finally be rid of him.
He'd stayed under the radar for a long time before reappearing as one of The Brotherhood.
By then, he'd become a cold-blooded killer with no respect for life of any kind.
How he became one of The Brotherhood, no one could tell, but it was rumored that he was especially close to the second in command.
His knowledge of the US army and his dexterity with weapons had made him a prized soldier. He thrived in the toxic environment created by The Brotherhood and was always ready to do whatever dirty work they required of him, no matter how disturbing.
Kamal had been a part of the men who'd killed Mack's brother. He felt particularly angry about that operation. It had been one of their biggest weapons deals in years and, if it had gone successful, would have set him up for life.
Instead, Mack's brother had refused to let it go, meddling and thwarting their deals until they'd lost it.
Enraged, he'd sworn to deal with him and had personally planted the bombs in the warehouse where he'd been killed.
He'd also been the one to plant the fake intel that led the man to his demise.
Now, he seemed to be working on his own, solely deriving pleasure from torturing and killing women who tickled his fancy. He always had the same mode of operation – stalking them, playing mind games with them, making them paranoid, before finally kidnapping them.