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2024-10-29 19:42:56Mills 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."
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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
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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
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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
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ER, ER, ER, ER, ER! My alarm sounds off, calling out to me that it is time to get the fuck up and head out. We had two objectives tonight. A Philippine looking teenager and a fifty to sixty year old woman. What a job.I took all of my clothes off and picked out a new suit from my dresser. I put on an undershirt and then the slacks. I tucked the undershirt into the slacks to prevent any sort of malfunctions. I put on a flak jacket then put my arms in the white button up. A tie, belt and shoes completed the wardrobe. My shoes of choice for tonight were flat black, steel toe combat style boots.I didn't know where we would have to go or what we would have to walk through so I prepared for the worst with the boots and the best with the suit. My gun was strapped to my chest and holstered like normal, the jacket concealed it nicely.I kiss Holly good bye and exit the room, prepared to accomplish the goa
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I awoke with Holly on my good arm and a consistent throbbing on the bad. She had applied a sling for my arm that wrapped around my body and secured it in place, making sure I didn't move it so the pain could be controlled. It was quite uncomfortable but it served a purpose.Gingerly, I pull my good arm out from under her sleeping body. She turns slightly, her head searching for the spot it was just in. My dresser contained many things but all I needed was an under shirt and some pants. My shoes were at the door already.Somehow managing to dress myself, the wounded arm tuck under the shirt as the free arm is left to do the duty of two. The shoulder harness isn't going to be effective today so I use a regular out of the pants holster for my service weapon.The bathroom fells extra cold this morning but I have to brush my teeth, badly. I finish the teeth, spitting up a
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This was really a bitter sweet moment for me right now. The end was here, the goal was accomplished and that's that. I left the room slowly with a blank look on my face, what was my purpose now? What was my motivation now? I was sweating profusely so my main goal right now was to get to the showers.Wiping the sweat from my forehead with my hands, not thinking about the blood that was replacing it. My entire body was covered in blood; I was merely moving the blood around my face and arms.On my way to the bedroom to shower I enter the main area and I had quite the audience. John, Holly and Mills were standing there after watching me perform on the surveillance camera. I will tell you that their faces looked like they had just seen a monster, but I wasn't the monster, Susan was.Smiling slyly, "John! I would love to hug you right now but I'm all sweaty from my morning workout."
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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
