I get with Mills to arrange an escort to my apartment. He is more than happy to get out of the office, almost as happy as I am. Mills guides me over to a large door, a garage door of sorts.
What I see next is purely amazing. A huge garage with a large variety of cars, all black with black window tint. We've got an Escalade, Tahoe, Suburban, Malibu, Town car, two Mustangs one of which is a Shelby GT-500. That was all I could spot a one glance.
Mills grabs a set of keys from the lock box on the inner most wall. We take the Tahoe just in case I need to bring a lot of shit out my sad excuse for a living space.
I look at the key pad for the Tahoe and I see a purple button on there, along with the grey unlock and lock buttons. "What's the purple button for?"
Mills responds, "Watch and learn Gregg." He pushes the button and the wall to our left opens up. It's a freight style elevator. The Tahoe, the biggest car in the fleet, barely squeezes in the over-sized elevator. It raises us to ground level, inside of a nasty, bird shit covered shack.
Another click of the purple button causes the shack to lower its forward main wall so we can exit. We take the thirty minute ride to my apartment, not speaking too much. Mills did have me open the glove box, in it was my new service weapon and my new badge.
The gun was a Springfield Armory XD .45 with an extended barrel for tactical applications and enlarge clips for not so tactical application. The all black gun was very well balanced in my hands and felt like it was meant to be there.
The badge had my picture on a card with all my info in one pocket and an actual badge, gold in color. Both stated I worked for Homeland Security and didn't acknowledge K.U.N.T. division in the slightest.
I clip the gun to my hip and pull my shirt over it and place the badge in my back pocket. I was really feeling bad ass official right now. We pull up at the front of my building, the area looks even worse in the daylight.
I step out and shake my head to Mills as he asks, "You need me to come with? You need help?"
Mills waits in the car keeping constant surveillance of the area so we stay protected and unrevealed. I enter my apartment excitedly; I'm hoping Holly is still there. I want to see her so badly.
I scrambled from room to room and see no signs of her, no signs that she even existed. Nothi…wait, I can smell her. Her aroma was that something dreams are made of. Very sensual and very relaxing at the same time.
I knew she was real, I knew she was here. I search again, this time a much more in-depth search. I found long black hairs; I found the jacket from the closet I had taken out for her the night earlier. She was in this apartment at some point!
I hear the door knob activate and the door slowly creek open. Standing in the bedroom, I pull my recently acquired service weapon from under my shirt and prepare for the worst. I slowly inch my way to the bedroom door as someone enters the apartment silently.
I step out and position myself directly behind my uninvited visitor. Right as I'm about to press my gun up against this person's back, I catch a whiff of something. Coffee and that aroma, was this Holly?
As soon as the coffee was on the table, I grabbed this person's arm and spun them around. My gun was still pointed at her as she spun to face me. It was Holly! I grabbed her and just held her, I held her very tightly.
She embraces me too, not trying to pull away for a split second. Her cheek feels so soft against my neck, so comforting. Her body held close to mine is the only thing that could fill my heart at this point in time.
We pull back from our loving embrace and I gaze into her perfect light brown eyes and gently stroke her hair. It was like I hadn't seen her in ten years and I just found her or she found me. Her beauty doesn't even scratch the surface. She is drop dead gorgeous but that feeling inside that she gives me is blissful.
We still gaze into each other's eyes as we exchange smiles and joy. I lean in and touch my lips very lightly to her lips. I just let them touch, I didn't even try to kiss her, I wanted her to have that anticipation, that rush of a kiss being received. Finally though, even I couldn't take it and we kissed, my hands on her waist and her hands around my body. The most meaningful, emotional feeling I've ever felt in my life, happening right at this very moment. I never want to be away from this woman again. I cannot be away from this woman again. I love her!
This is happening for a reason, all the pain and suffering I have gone through in my life and I am finally getting the one good thing I deserve. But the sad reality of Mills down stairs waiting to take me back underground sets in.
I blink a tear, "Holly, I have to go away for awhile, I'll be able to visit every now and then but I have a very important job to do and it requires me to…travel."
She smiles, "Are you breaking up with me already and it hasn't even been twenty-four hours? Don't worry Gregg, I travel too and I work too. What you saw last night was merely a deception implanted into your perception."
"Where do you work? I just assumed after last night you were on the streets and earning money the old fashioned way." I explained.
She smiles again as my heart soaks that smile up like a dry sponge, "Let's go talk, gather your stuff and meet me at Mills car in ten."
She exits the room with a small peck of a kiss before I can inquire more. I grabbed all of my hot wheels and other random decorations to put up around my new office and drop them in a box. I grabbed the old picture of my mother from my nightstand and exited my apartment, never expecting to see it again.
As I exit the main entrance, I notice that Holly is in the Tahoe, she sits in the middle seat in the back. I open the trunk and place my box down and enter my seat as the co-pilot. I look back with sheer confusion splattered all over my face and I turn to Mills with the same look.
For some reason, I knew now was not the time for questions, nor the time for panic. Maybe this is somehow a good thing, maybe.
The thirty minute drive back included no sound what so ever. No radio, no chit chat, nothing. We just rode and I just sat and thought about Holly. I swear being around her feels like being around a long lost friend.
Her beauty, her hair, her body, her embrace, her kiss, the way she smiles, the way she tries to be authoritative but it's cute not intimidating. Everything about her, especially her brains, I could tell she was a very calculated person and a very intelligent person.
All this from one night together and one morning together. I know, I know, I'm in love but if you could see her and be with her, you would be too.
We arrive back at the "secret lair" entrance. The purple button lowers the door and we pull into the freight elevator. The elevator is in the middle of lowering us down when Mills says, "No need to ask to speak to Debra, she's in the back seat." He bursts into laughter.
The elevator stops but my jaw continues to drop and my mind begins racing. Was Holly a full on setup to aid in my recruitment? Did we really share last night together and this morning or was she merely on a mission? Many questions need answering but I kept my mouth shut.
I grab my box of toys and enter my office, slightly slamming the door shut. I don't give a fuck about any of this shit, I feel very betrayed, very frustrated. Was she Debra or Holly or Barbie or fucking Jesus Christ?
I need some god damn answers. I've fallen so hard for this woman and now I find out she is a part of this team. Did anything we had mean anything at all, was it genuine or all an act? Just as I think that, my door opens slowly.
In walks Holly, Barbie, Debra, whatever the fuck her name is. Her white blouse and black slacks are perfectly pressed and wrinkle free. She has on some shiny black heels that click their way across the floor with every step.She turns and closes the door slowly and remains facing the door for a while, too long. I notice this because I do care about this woman and I do want to comfort her if she needs it.I rise from my astonishingly comfortable desk chair, trip over my power cord on my way to check on Carbra (C for Holly, arb for Barbie and ra for Debra). I approach her from the back, it was my only option. Her arm is tense as I gently grab it and spin her around to face me.Her tears are genuine, her eyes only looking at the ground, shameful or sorrowful. I place my right index finger on her chin and raise her face towards mine. She begins to cry very hard now, almost panic-stricken.The feeling
The alarm blares through the entire complex. It's more of a BWAAAH, BWAAAH, BWAAAH sound. It only cycles once then shuts off abruptly. Holly is at her station determining where the breach is and how far we have been breached so far. I instinctively draw my weapon from my shoulder holster and prepare for the worst.Holly yells out, "It's ok guys, it's up top. Looks like a farmer or something. I've opened the elevator to him; go retrieve him for me please."I concernedly asked Mills, "Seriously? Why bring him down here? Why would we do that?"Mills waves everyone off and says, "Let's go get our present Gregg. I'll explain once the target has been secured."We speed off on foot, my sneakers screeching on the linoleum floor. Mills doesn't even have his weapon out or anything. I try to place my pistol in my harness but apparently it's impossible. I must be one of
Everyone's face dropped, even the people I didn't call out by name looked like their best friend just got anal raped and kissed by a male prostitute with Herpes. I stormed through the main work area, as Holly, The Boss and Mills fell in line behind me. I slammed my door open and proceeded to slam things accordingly. I wanted the mood to be as dramatic and traumatic as possible, just to show the level of severity I was at.I moved my desk chair to the visitor side of the room, as I didn't feel like sitting at the moment and I knew I wanted my sweet Holly to have a seat."Take a seat, any seat. Thank you for coming." The sarcasm was very thick from my inner most angry sarcasm voice.All three sat down and took a nice deep breath. They all three knew what I was about to say and how I was about to react but not quite sure how I would present it."I'd like to start with the farmer or h
Throughout my entire attempt to sleep, I had horrific nightmares mostly of the agents in the glass rooms and if I were to fail at job, I would be the next feeding victim. I know a decent chunk of the secrets and I can't be set free from this job. Not yet at least.Every so often, I would toss and turn and then sit straight up, panting to catch my breath and sweating the coldest sweat the human body has ever produced. At my highest fear level, I would look down at Holly and kiss her forehead.At one point she mumbled, "It'll get better Gregg, I swear."I kissed her again and whispered, "I hope so, I truly hope so."Off and on all night, I would hear creeks and pops as if the floor were speaking to me in the form of the shifting weight of someone's footsteps. I slept with my back to the small side of the room and my gun under my pillow. I would crack my eyes open every so often just to make sure no one was sneaking up on me.
Mills escorts me to Dahmer's cell. It's covered with hand drawn art work that he had worked on since his "death" in prison. The card is swiped and the elaborately long access code is entered."I'll be fine from here." I hand Mills my service weapon and close the door behind the rolling desk chair I brought with me.Mills looked at me as if I had lost my mind. I did. I knew this guy could dissect me like a school science experiment using only his pinkie fingernail. The fear emitting from me was very obvious to Dahmer."Good morning sir. You're new around these parts aren't you? My name's Jeffrey." He extends his hand out. I reach with mine, shaking just enough to be noticeable."Yes sir, name's Gregg, brand new around here Jeffrey, but the honor is all mine; meeting one of the most notorious and prolific serial killers in the United States history is nothing short of a god damn honor."
I enter the main area; The Boss is standing there just staring at me, either in amazement of my bravery or in amazement of my stupidity. Next thing I know, I hear applause. Everyone in the room is applauding me, even the little councilor guy. "Gregg, I knew I picked the right guy for this job. No one ever goes into the rooms with the agent and closes the door behind them. No one ever has and I thought I would never see that. Very brave, good technique to gain and show trust." The Boss is practically separating my shoulder with all the pats on the back he's giving me.I reply simply, "Well, that's what I get paid for, right?""Damn straight Gregg." Finally, The Boss confirmed I am actually getting paid. Had me worried for a minute.I stretch a bit and let the boss know, "I'm going to go take a shower and lay down if it's ok with you.""Go ahead bud; we'll
The backup power kicks on with an oddly loud thud. The backup lights kick on, they are red like the ones on a submarine. The red softens the severity of the light change and allows for more comfortable movement in the darkness.I slip on some shorts and an undershirt along with my shoes. My tactical light clips perfectly into place as it should. As I approach the door, I tell Holly, "Don't leave this room, once I shut this door don't open it unless I know four times, two sets of two."She nods her head and gets her gun out from the dresser.A very loud alarm sounds, louder than the encroachment alarm from earlier. A lot louder than before. I keep my body tight to the wall as I enter the hallway and listen for any noises that may lead me to clues.I'm not hugging the inside of the corner leading to the main room. I don't know what the alarm means or where it was activated at but I am assuming it is comi
The entire place is quiet, even the agents are resting and behaving themselves. Mills is roaming endlessly, his entire crew was wiped out and he had been overrun by one lone man. One lone potential agent that obviously felt like he didn't have to participate with us.The Boss was the only person that seemed to be not affected by the events that had occurred. Black suit, white shirt, black tie and slacks. The only noise that eventually rang out was the Boss's telephone, the red one, the one that doesn't dial out.I watched curiously through his blinds and did my best to read his lips. All I could get was "Yes, Sir" about eight times. This could be a chance to show my skills, a mission possibly. I'll have to wait but in the mean time I go check on Holly.She is sitting at her desk with her face hidden from view, "You alright sweetie?""Uh, no, I don't think so. I've never had to flush a room before and it's re
Back in our lair, I informed Holly and Mills of my next moves, "Listen up, I'm going to go call the President and let him know that Jeffrey Dahmer, aka The Milwaukee Monster, has passed away from an unknown illness. I'm going to ask the President what he would like me to do as a replacement. After all that is said and done, I'm going to get my old Sarge on the horn and see what we had to do to get him to come down here and hang with us, lead us. Any exception or suggestions to this?"Mills spoke up first, "Gregg, we don't need another leader. We want you to be the leader of this group. You can call your buddy, but know that when you call him you need to ask him to come join the team, not lead it."Holly followed with, "I understand what you're saying Gregg. I get it. You are our leader, no matter who you bring down here; you are the leader of K.U.N.T."I hugged both of them and a
Danny spent the night in medical so waking him with games and noises wasn't happening. Today was going to be the first true test of our skills down here. We go head to head with THE Susan Wilhelm. Its five o'clock in the morning, couldn't sleep, my nerves got the best of me throughout the night. "Wake up Danny." A gentle shove seemed appropriate.Danny sat straight up as if I were the monster in his nightmare he just couldn't seem to run fast enough to get away from. He looked literally like a large piece of shit that could breathe and talk. Little does he know, after Wilhelm falls, he will too, by my hands."Get to my office, you have three minutes." I instructed.He hadn't spoken a word to me, I didn't get a good morning, I didn't get a fuck you, nothing. That pissed me off the most. He was still trying t
I check the monitor looking into the Obama room early in the morning. Danny is sound asleep on his cot and to me that is unacceptable. I hit the alarm button for the Obama room only, the interior speakers. Never have I seen a grown man, athlete or not, jump as high as Danny did.The mike was open so I could whisper sweet nothings in his ear or bark orders, whatever I want to do. Danny can obviously tell that the mike is open, judging by his hand signals and confused look.I was just fucking with him but all I said was "Flush time. Sorry big bro, we have Wilhelm on her way down right now. You're an unneeded liability to the K.U.N.T. team down here."Didn't take my elder to understand that message as he frantically scanned the room for anything of merit to grasp on to or anything to keep the floor from opening up and swallowing him whole. There wasn't anything in that room to
Entering my office opened my eyes to the same exact mansion I was in when this bitch molested me. Three floors, eight bedrooms and three full bathrooms. Danny should be able to pinpoint the exact location and time Ms. Wilhelm will be in which area so we can go in and let B.T.K. and I have some fun."Holly, go wake up Danny for me please." I asked nicely.Holly exited my office without a word and hastily headed in the direction of the medical area. While she was out getting Danny, I pulled a jar out from my desk drawer. In said jar was Danny's pinkie in formaldehyde, which I placed as my center piece on my desk. Just to remind him who he was dealing with and how little I cared for him.I leaned back in my chair, the familiar squeak barking off like I expected, as I awaited my evil big brother to surface from the confines of the medical room. His face makes me throw up in my
As I rested in the bed lying on my back, I couldn't quite slip into that sleep state. I couldn't keep my mind from wondering and plotting our potential plan to get Wilhelm. I HAD to have Danny because I had a deep feeling that he and Susan were more than just acquaintances. I was very confident that he was fucking her, yeah she was old and decrepit but I just knew he was fucking her.People will fuck over anything, especially guys. You want power, find the powerful chick to fuck, you want money, find the rich chick and fuck her. It's really the most classic tale of treachery, kill the king but you gotta fuck the queen first.I jumped up out of bed, still in my boxers, hair all a mess, and proceeded towards Jeffrey's cell to check on my traitorous brother and his new found friend Jeffrey. My mind was racing, hoping that he had been slowly disassembled like a cheap G.I. Joe and eaten leisurely wh
Holly rolled in the advanced polygraph test machine we had. This machine was capable of not only capturing the change in pulse rate and anxiety during a false answer but it was also capable of detecting nonstandard eye movement or ticks on ones face during an untruthful answer. This machine also didn't require a yes or no answer, the response could be a paragraph if the tested wants to provide that much detail. The machine could remember and access all that information from weeks ago.Danny and I sat down at the metal table in the middle of the room. The presidential rooms were always used during poly tests because they had literally no stimuli at all. Once Holly set up the machine, she would leave the room too, can't be too safe.I took the finger pulse indicator and the chest bar pulse indicator and installed them appropriately. The retinal camera took very subtle changes but alignment wasn't hard
I don't know what the hell kind of shot Holly gave me but apparently I've been out for two full days. My body is stiff and rigid, as if rigor had begun to set in. My brain felt like it had just been poured out of a crusty ass frying pan after being scrambled for too long. I felt around on my body trying to identify any sore or damaged spots that still existed. To my surprise, my body was basically good as new.I inch my way out of bed, almost like the bed was applying resistance because it wanted me to stay longer. Every joint my body had was now cracking and popping like baby gun shots being fired off for no reason in rapid succession. Once on my feet, I do the usual hardcore stretch, neck, back and shoulder. Pop, pop, pop.There is a nice suit and clean under garments waiting for me, hanging nicely on the back of the door along with a manila folder. I head to the bathroom to shit,
I wake up to the television flashing a news story about four dead cops, three dead bodies in a house that was currently burning to the ground and a dozen witness accounts of four people on the scene "waging war on the neighborhood". The remote control was taped to one hand and my morphine drip taped to the other. I quickly tap the drip three times, feeling an instant gratifying rush of narcotics in my veins.I flip the television on with a quick flick of the wrist. Four dead officers, I used to be an officer. That could have been me on the side of the road, executed by a secret government agency out killing people to protect the political scheme of things.The randomness and spontaneity of the colors and pictures began to relax me instead of my normal anxiety overload. I zoned out, out from the television and the news. I zoned deep into my brain trying to understand why my life has boiled down to kil
The large plane came in for the landing with a resounding swoosh sound. As we touched down the compression of the shocks on the plane caused all of our necks to snap a little bit but Jeffrey was fine in the truck, actually it was kind of bouncy for him.As the plane came to rest on the tarmac, the cargo door was opened and the lights were shut off on our end of the strip. We would move out in silence, quickly but silently. We all three manned our vehicles and eased out of the plane. My Tahoe scrapped the tarmac hard as we exited, unsettling Jeffrey a bit. Our three trucks formed a convoy of pure fearful ass kicking power. We exited the practically abandoned air strip and proceeded towards Jeremy's house, about 12 miles away. We entered the highway nose to tail, exceeding one hundred miles per hour. I was the lead so my lights were flashing and the rest were blacked out, even their headli