Time to lock and load.
Return email:
Okay, a$$hole, you picked the wrong person to mess with. It is apparent from your email that you have no idea who I am. I am a member of an elite black ops squad who has been tasked with hunting down Al Queda operatives. I already have a team of computer gurus tracking you down.
Within 24 hours I should have the address from which you sent this email, but I would guess that it is an Internet cafe somewhere in Africa.
Within another 24 hours, I will have agents scoping out that place.
Within another 24 hours, I will know your identity. I will then make it my personal quest to come and KILL YOU. Usually my targets won’t even know I’m coming, but for you I’ll make an exception. When you hear the word “Jumbo” come from a dark doorway or maybe from behind you, the next thing you will feel is my knife as it enters your neck, just below the back of your skull and severs your spinal cord.
I usually push the knife deeper and scramble my target’s brains, but for you, I’ll leave you alive, unable to move, unable to breath, slowly suffocating to death. When you least expect it, expect it.
Jumbo